Flying J showers are awesome. After a couple relatively successful sleepovers at Walmart, we decided to up our game and camp with the big boys: commercial truck drivers. Yes, when we realized that we wouldn’t reach our intended campground before it was dark (thanks, Hershey), we decided that there was little value left in even camping somewhere nice and opted, instead, for cheap.
Today is a great landmark in our travels. It is the day in which we finally spanned the coasts of America. Certainly, there are faster routes and more efficient schedules, but we worry about streamlining our businesses, not our leisure. From our starting point in San Francisco, tonight, we find ourselves in Williamsburg, drinking beer and laughing at Donald Trump. (He seems to think that running a country is like hosting a reality TV series. At least it's good for a little chuckle.)
Before this momentary respite from the road, we were winding our way through the Appellation mountains from Kentucky into Virginia. Our first site on crossing the border? Why, a massive strip mining operation. While stunning in a way, it was rather dissapointing for someone who had been waiting for a clear shot from high on Black Mountain.