… and oh, will I have some stories for you.
We left at 8 a.m.
It should have been a six-hour drive.
Instead, we walked into the 8 p.m. concert at 8:07 and were lucky we got there at all thanks to weather and numerous stops to sit in stalled traffic for crazy amounts of time.
Stories coming soon. Including my splits-inducing head wound from when I “almost almost” got scalped by the door.
And big thanks to Bob for navigating us through the most ridiculous driving conditions I think I’ll ever see.
Here’s one quick picture in the meantime:
More to come soon — I’ll tell the tale as soon as I can stop laughing about it all.