Being on the road and blogging isn’t nearly as easy as I had imagined. Heck being on the road and journaling is hard to. This writer has had very little downtime. I imagine the traveling writers of yesteryear would jot down their notes and stories while waiting for a bus or train. Right now I’m laying in bed of an Airbnb place, the sun is coming through shear white curtains and its quiet. When I get back home I’ll continue to share about each day of the trip. For myself I’ll take the time to go through the memory of each day and write it down, exercise my mind to remembering the specifics of each state. Right now the places and people flash in my mind like a disorganized slideshow.

Since Nashville we’ve been to Louisville, a haunted hotel in West Virgina, got a table at a booked restaurant in Charleston, pet a deer, held an Alligator, and have eaten so much good food our bodies absolutely hate us. Every night I go to sleep exhausted from a well lived day, and I think that is the greatest success of this adventure. To experience all the day and night can offer till I can’t absorb another ounce of “insert place here”.