Okay, so this gas station isn't exactly home sweet home, but we were getting close. Plus, our van almost felt like home after so long.
The only problem is that our van far surpassed our house in clutter and dirt. We cleaned it out every day, but if the order lasted for ten minutes we counted it amazing. FYI, the lower left corner (the one with the laptop, pillows, tablecloth, Bible Bee study materials, and other odds and ends) is the aisle. So just imagine the rest of the van. Or don't, if you are prone to hyperventilating.
We breakfasted somewhere in MO at the Apple Barrel. It was so good to be in the Southeast again and to hear the lingo. Although we dearly love our you guys-ing, pop-drinking friends north of the Mason-Dixon line, there's nothing like a waitress who calls you "hon" and your family "y'all".
After breakfast we got back on the road for the last time. It wasn't long before we saw the mighty Mississippi River in front of us, which means...
"One-a-see, two-a-see, three-a-see, four-a-see, five-a-see, six-a-see, seven-a-see, eight-a-see, nine-a-see...
One more hour, and we were HOME!!! Seven thousand miles, seven hundred and seventy meals, twenty-four days, and eleven people on one wonderful trip. It was good to be gone; it is even better to be home again.
Until next time...