We spent Christmas at our son’s place in North Carolina – all told, we were gone for 13 days because we drove there, which takes two days each direction. It would have been nice to fly out there, like Allie did, but we had to take Paco, plus Sam had a lot of electronic equipment that he was passing on to Allie and us, so we needed a vehicle to bring everything back. We had enough points to rent a car for free, which was very nice – we ended up with a Nissan Murano, fully-loaded, and I have to say, it made the drive as pleasant as it could be, all things considered.
We left Texas on the Thursday before Christmas, and drove to Birmingham, Alabama, which took us just over 12 hours. While long, that drive was fairly uneventful; we listened to a book on Audible, thanks to our friend Cary, who shared her account with us. We all had Happy Meals from McDonald’s – yes, even Paco…he loves a cheeseburger – and I have to say, the fries that come in the Happy Meal are adorable:
Honestly, it was the perfect amount.
A retro McDonald’s in Mississippi – we sat outside and had lunch, just like in the olden days when they only had outside seating.
At first, Paco enjoyed the ride and was happy in his spot in the back seat:
Did someone say HAPPY MEAL??
The next day, we woke up early and got on the road, where we encountered traffic jam after traffic jam – it was stop-and-go basically from Georgia to Sam’s place in North Carolina:
Here’s the Olympic Flame from the 1996 Atlanta Olympics…and stopped traffic.
Boiled peanuts at a gas station in Georgia. Wasn’t. Even. Tempted. This was also where we got a call from our credit card’s fraud department, as we tried to get gas at a station across the street from this station but couldn’t get our card to read, so we left and went to a different gas station. At least they were quick to note weird activity (two swipes at two gas stations within five minutes).
Here’s the peach water tower, not in Georgia (aren’t they famous for peaches??) but rather, South Carolina. One of the few times we were actually moving at normal speed there – I swear, that entire state’s highways were under construction and down to one lane.
Here’s Paco, who had given up on life and wouldn’t even face me.
Hey, here’s yet ANOTHER traffic jam. This was about two hours from Sam’s place. We were despairing of ever reaching it at that point. We finally arrived at 7:45 that evening, which was about three hours later than we should have gotten there.
One of Sam’s coworkers likes to bake, and he made this triple-layer cake for us, which was so nice, and a sweet reward at the end of our epic journey to North Carolina.
Paco was very happy to be with his boy, and especially happy to be out of the car!
Next up, Christmas day! Yes I know I’m a little behind and should be posting about new year resolutions and all that, but we just got home on Wednesday, and I’m finally at my own computer and have time to blog. Pretend it’s still 2017 when you come here for the next few days, OK?