Captain's log

Day 1 – Baltimore to Wilson, NC
We rolled out of our driveway and hit the road. We were making good time until somewhere in North Carolina when BAM – dead stop. Literally. Micah put the car in park. When the cars around us began to empty, we shut down. I heard the word “helicopter” from the man in the car next to us. Oh no. He came over to our car and said that it was a hazmat situation with an overturned tanker. Holy Moly. It must have been just a vicious rumor because minutes later we were moving again.
Rocky Mount looked like a good place to stop for the night. There seemed to be a motel on every corner. Yeah, and they were all booked, except for that Comfort Inn where we just stood there…ignored. Another guy being ignored said that he’d been ignored for the past 10 minutes. Back to the van.
We tried again in Wilson. We grabbed a king suite. Suite, right? High on the hog, right? Not really. We looked for the elevator and couldn’t find it. We looked for the shower and couldn’t find it. I looked for the lamp by the bed and couldn’t find it. Luckily the bed was super comfy and a dip in the huge tub was kinda fun.
Day 2 – Wilson, NC to Mt. Pleasant, SC
We rolled out after breakfast at Cracker Barrel with Delores, our Garmin, leading the way. After a stop at South of the Border for some fireworks and snacks, we made it to Mt. Pleasant in no time. We were excited to see our very dear friends, Jen & Don. For those who may not know, Jen & Don played matchmaker in high school and fixed us up, so we like them a lot.
We hung out for a while and then headed to downtown Charleston for some grub and sightseeing. Don was a fabulous tour guide. He may or may not have made some of it up. He was very convincing so we may never know.
We figured we may as well stay for fireworks since we were there and it was getting dark. We waited and waited and hollered at the kids to sit down at least a hundred times. When the fireworks started, we realized they were lower than we thought and anyone under 5 ft was not going to be able to see without sitting on someone’s shoulders. Someone said, should we just go?
Back at the house, the boys put on our very own pyrotechnic show. I had orginally worried about one of the guys burning themselves. I shouldn’t have worried. The guys were fine. If only that tree had been so lucky. Way to hustle for the hose, guys! Jen’s voice carried down from the porch, should I call the fire department?