We must be getting close.
No fancy lunches today. We’re on a mission, and that mission involves not being in this car anymore.
We were getting a little stir-crazy, so we decided to stretch our legs for a bit at a rest stop about 20 miles south of Roanoke, Virginia.
We’d better get there quick. The gang is starting to get rowdy.
Time to hit the road on the last and shortest day of travel. Virginia, here we come.
Another long day of driving is in the books, and all we have left is the anchor leg. We decided to skip going out tonight and just relax instead. We just had some snacks for dinner, and I broke out my personal DVD player. We’re currently trying to decide between a ridiculously violent movie that …
Tonight’s hotel had a fitness room! It’s time to start burning off some of those calories.
We got to the hotel just in time. Footy is quickly making the car a danger zone with all the beans he ate at lunch.
Footy ate all the food while Truman and Sweet Peach were in the bathroom. They are not happy.
Guy Fieri strikes again in Nashville. We’re eating some red beans and rice at Bro’s Cajun Cuisine.