We left home about 10:30 thinking, albeit too optimistically, we could get to Chicago in one night. "It's only 12 hours!" we said. Katie was driving, and the fog combined with construction made for an exhausting drive. I woke up at some point to hear her muttering about "God damn trippy reflectors" on the road dividers. The next morning I was packing up the car and there was coffee paraphernalia strewn all over. Her only explanation was a grunted "It was a rough night".
I kept offering to drive, but I'm thinking I may not be the only one in the family with control issues. She did an awesome job of driving and letting me rest, even turning off the radio at one point so I could sleep. I really couldn't ask for a better traveling companion.
Music: Tom Petty, Allman Brothers, and old school Metallica when things got really rough
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