Thursday, October 6, 2011

Day Two: Success

We made it to our destination in VA (at the start of Blue Ridge Parkway) right on time. There were some sketchy things on the road like idiot drivers and pieces of tires, but we made it with smiling faces. I was trying to think of a way to describe this sort of fun and so far the best thing I can think to compare to this is when you are a kid at the beach and the water is so icy cold your lips turn blue and you are shivering, but you don't even notice because you are so full of joy. We are all a little sore, but NOTHING compared to what I thought it was going to be like. It basically just feels like my butt is full of wet sand.

We have seen some neat things along the way, a really old harley, a lot of deer hanging out right next to the highway eating grass, a hot air balloon, a really cool hawk other various animals, and a TON of truckers. A lot of them wave when we pass by. I even fell asleep for a little bit. Another cool thing is that motorcycles on the other side of the highway will wave as they "pass" by!

I am loving the chatterboxes, we spent most of today figuring them out. It's great to be able to talk to Jake along the way but also be able to listen to books (I'm listening to the Help and Hunger Games) and music. Jake and I also figured out how to share our Bluetooth connections when we get sick of what we are listening to. I'm still trying to work out calling Justin from my headset and actually being able to hear him, so right now, hand signals have been pretty much our means of communication on that end.

I can not wait to see what tomorrow brings! For those of you who don't know, if you text the word "poop" to either me or Justin, it will turn on our phones' gps signals and send you back a text with our location. It's actually pretty accurate and more reliable than us remembering to call. It was funny to look at our phones (we do get the text that says "poop") we stopped and realize how many and how often people were thinking of us!

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