Lazy day in Georgia

MACON, Ga. -- Here it is Sunday morning and I'm trying to find a way to avoid the five hour drive back to Halls.

Life is slow and easy here. The weather is picture perfect for fall. Warm temperatures during the day and cool as you please at night.

Yesterday, we walked the banks of the Ocmulgee River, at what once was an outpost on the Macon Plateau.

Between 900 and 1100 B.C., a farming people known as Mississippians lived here. They were a sedentary bunch, and made a living by farming the bottomlands.

The National Park Service has reconstructed one of their earthlodges, which might have been used either as a winter temple or a year-round council house.

The sky is so blue you can almost swim in it. I sat on top of what once was a burial mound and gazed out at the expanse below. The cell towers in the distance ruined it, but it was almost like a song, anyway.

I'm already beginning to dread the drive back through Atlanta. If there's any justice in the world, Osama bin Ladin should be forced to navigate the ATL rush hour before he's executed. That is, if he's ever caught.

Where's Scotty and his transporter when you need it?