Can you really be a good American until you've completed a cross country road trip? I'm about to find out what I've been missing all of these years on our east and west coasts. Driving into West Virginia felt like traveling somewhere rather than arriving somewhere. Although the landscape isn't remarkably different from the northeast, the cuisine (gargantuan portions, white bread smothered in gravy, bacon in the green beans) leaves no doubt that we've crossed the Mason-Dixon.
I'm looking forward to seeing Harpers Ferry tomorrow and exploring, Kentucky, another state that will be new to me. I hope that I can be a proper co-pilot to Girl Wonder; after all, I have big shoes to fill after Christina's stint in the passenger seat. If we don't end up in Alabama tomorrow, you'll know I've been doing my job.
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