We spent this two days replacing old furniture for not-so-old furniture and cleaning two apartments in Nashville, Douglas, and Dublin. Nothing new or exciting until we were on the way home on I16. (Wednesday, I did walk six miles according to the Pacer app on my phone.)
The arrival of Hurricane Florence had people evacuating the coast from Savannah, GA to Newport, VA. I noticed a vehicle ahead of us and suddenly something on top of it shifted. I thought it was luggage. When we caught up, it was a small SUV pulling a horse trailer. The trailer was not in good condition. The top cowling, the curved cover over the horses' heads, had come loose and was hanging down in front. We managed to signal the driver to stop with the help of an 18-wheeler who honked at her. The thirtyish woman had two horses in the trailer, at least three dogs in the car packed with stuff, and no idea her trailer was falling apart—she couldn't see out the back window. She was evacuating from Savannah on her way to Perry, south of Macon.
The cowling was hanging literally by a thread. She said, "But I've been keeping my speed at 70." I helped her and when we lifted the cowling, the thread broke. The seam at the bottom of the cowling had rusted away. What do you do with a rusty piece of metal maybe five by four feet shaped like half a bowl on an interstate highway? You leave it in the grass by the side of the road. She said, "I'll call someone and tell them it's there." I suggested she slow down and she was getting of the interstate soon anyway. There was nothing more I could do for her and we parted ways.