Entering Georgia I was surprised how quickly the scenery changed. I passed through quaint towns centered around churches, along roads lined with live oaks draped in Spanish moss. I felt I was entering the South of my imagination, and throughout my visit to Darien it became a reoccurring sensation. The day was mostly clear but as I approached Darien it grew cloudy and rainy. I eventually hit the coast and shot north into town. I took a quick drive around Darien and got the impression that it had a dark presence. I attributed my feelings to the gloomy weather but later learned it indeed had a troubled past. I only spent minutes there before heading out to my presumed home for the next week. I felt good about my choice for town eight.