And now, a brief photo collage of our last two days on the road. Driving 13+ hours each day.
Prepare for blast-off!
|Let's do this!|
|Only 23 hours and 9 minutes to go!|
|Welcome to Alabama.|
|Blasting along the Hank Williams Memorial Highway.|
|And considering eternity.|
|I suggested entering Squanket in a drag race.|
|But that is the actual dragway and it didn't seem... I don't know... safe?|
|We stopped at Love's for some gas.|
|And found The World's Largest Selection of Rollable Meat-Like Products!|
|I don't know what they have. Kerri refused to stop.|
|And then we were in Georgia!|
|And Tennessee, where I was adamant that we needed to get some official BBQ.|
|Or, at least visit one of the dozens of "World's Largest Fireworks Store"s that we passed on this trip.|
|Kerri opted for Archer's BBQ in Knoxville, and it was a wise choice. This is called the BBQ Sundae. It is a bowl of heaven.|
|And then, northward through the driving rain,|
|and roaring thunder,|
|and biblical-level lightning.|
|A brief stop at a rest area where we were stalked by...|
|a black cat, skulking through the parking lot.|
|And when I turned away, there was another one, hiding behind the garbage can.|
Or was it the same one...?
|We finally called it a night in Wyethville, VA, the same town we had stayed in on our drive down.|
And I am now, forever plagued by the idea that I want to get Professional toilet paper for home use.
|In the van the next morning at 9:10.|
|And if we play our cards right, we can be home tonight!|
|What are YOUR lubrication needs?|
|If we lived here, we'd be home now.|
But we don't, and we weren't.
|There was a lot of stunt-hauling along the highway.|
|And, once again, I was denied a visit to the John Wayne Truck Stop and Chrome Shop. Curse you, Kerri!|
|Kerri also didn't let me party with them.|
|The ring of dirt, grime, grease, I don't even want to know, on this bathroom door was impressive.|
|As is the posted list of rules and regulations for using a Pennsylvania Rest Stop. Maybe they should add, "Wash your nasty hands before touching our nasty doors!"|
|We survived the doors of doom and I was, once again, allowed in the driver's seat. Here we go!|
|I can practically smell home!|
|This is the pond that gave Squanket her name.|
|And then, just like that... We were home.|
|Over 4,300 miles and over 80 hours of driving.|
We got Tori to school safely.
We got back home safely.
We all survived.
And we're all still talking to each other.
Now, we're planning the next adventure...