Me driving the RV. Terrifying. Jolting and fish-tailing down 95 south, we made it to the Williamsburg campground without incident. Unless you count coming a little too close to taking out the Thousand Trails sign. And pressing the gas pedal while Jeff was only half on-board, almost amputating his left leg. Well, almost doesn’t count. Not really.
After dinner at Cracker Barrel, where Justin exclaimed, “This mac and cheese is from Heaven,” we made camp under a clear, star-filled Virginia sky and sang songs in harmony with the cicadas.
Tomorrow we take in some colonial American history.
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Sounds like a fun road trip!
You are right almost dosen’t count.