Yep, Sopchoppy, Florida in the panhandle along the coastal highway. No room at the campground and I pretty much hit the wall after getting about three hours sleep the previous night (loud f#%kin' college kids in the campground) and riding all day so I had to look for a motel.
Darkness and exhaustion was fast approaching so I found a Best Western with the only available room some kind of a f#@kin' King Suite at a budget-busting eighty-nine dollars.
Too tired to go on, so tonight I'm livin' large. This thing's bigger than the hermit hovel and has porcelain toilets. No Gatorade bottles, but I'll survive.