We moved. We fit most of our belongings into my little 2001 Toyota Camry by some miracle. We left Virginia around the same time as an insane storm hit. The only reason I even make mention of this is because while I drove in the car, Bubba rode his motorcycle. Yes. He's insane.
Our first night we stopped at a swanky-ish hotel and on over to the closest steakhouse we could find.
Our next stop was in the one and only Piggott, Arkansas. We checked in on the farms for Papa Sowell and had a wonderful time with the farm manager.
Bubba even got a turn in driving the big tractors.
The Transformer...
On our way out of town we said hello to the parking lot named after my dad...
This is my favorite travel buddy. What a stud.
In the Middle of Nowhere, OK this happened...
Our final stop was in New Mexico...this is outside the cutest Route 66 Diner I've ever seen. We treated ourselves to green chile cheese fries and malt milkshakes.
We made it to AZ. A little stir crazy but no worse for the wear.
And there you have it...
We made it across the U.S.A. and we had a good time doing it!