No, not the classic Elway miracle...but close. We hit the road at an astonishing 4am, meaning we left on time for once. I opted to drive the first leg of the trip, which we decided to have each "leg" mean a tank of gas...or every 340 miles or so.
Dawn approached on my favorite part of I-77, right in the beginning of the mountains, where all of Eastern North Carolina lies at your feet, with the sun peeking through the clouds at 6am. Once the first tank of gas was through, we pulled into a Hardee's in West Virgina, right down the road from the much discussed and oft remembered Southern Exposure (every spring break we talk about going, and somehow never do). Up to this point, only Tom and I have been awake. Jeff and Rebecca have slept likes babes in the back. So, as we eat our breakfast and discuss the copious amount of sleeping that is occurring in the back seat, Jeff lets out this little nugget of wisdom concerning his role on this trip: "On this trip, I am going to just wake up, do something stupid, and go back to sleep...sounds like the rest of my life so far..." Of course, we rolled over laughing, not just because it is funny, but because he feels it is mostly true. Ahhh, college life...
Anyhow, back on the road, rain. Rain. And more rain. During the first half of Ohio (a deceptively large state, apparently) rain was coming down so hard that it was forcing the weak off the road. After Akron, however, the sun came out and and was azure skies and Simpson's clouds all the way to Michigan.
(Side note about Ohio: the people are ugly as Hell. Ugly as sin. Ugly as yo momma. No kidding, not a hot girl in sight, and we were in the state for 6 hours, not including eating lunch in the most disgusting Wendy's ever. Just a heads up for all those planning on driving through this God-forsaken place.)
Once at Tom's Grandparent's house (which is huge, on a lake, and masterfully built and decorated...I wish it was mine) dinner was amazing. Nothing like a home cooked meal to feed the soul. Tom's Aunt and Uncle came by with their 3 daughters, who where the nicest, most energetic sisters I have ever met. After a great dinner and a long, intense, and physical game of Spoons, Tom, Jeff, and I relaxed in the study downstairs, drank a beer, then immediately passed out, eagerly awaiting the 8am wake-up call for breakfast and a day on the lake.
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