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 disappointing for someone who had been waiting for a clear shot from high on Black Mountain.
Aside from that, the scenery was, by-and-large, bucolic. Yet, with a 7 1/2 hour drive ahead of us, this was a trip devoid of much touristy activity. We stopped for a few scenic lookouts and powered our way to Williamsburg.