Day 5

5/31
So, I'm sitting in the back of the 2nd car in our caravan with about 8 more hours of driving.  We left Florida at midnight and my mom and I took the graveyard shift until 6am.  Brutal.  We stopped for coffee at 2am and I picked up a 24 oz cup of just regular coffee (and I drink it black, as it should be).  Another 2 hours later, we stopped for a refill.  However, this time I decided to try the super-caffeinated mocha cappuccino thing.  So I put about 20 oz of that in and decided to top it off with super-caffeinated medium roast coffee.  The caffeine warnings should have been a red flag that it would be completely nasty and my innards would revolt, but my common sense was already fast asleep (but the rest of me was wide awake, not to worry).  So, needless to say, it was not very good.  Strangely enough, it tasted little watered down; not sure why that was.  But by 6am when we stopped at Waffle House for breakfast, I was a hurtin' cowboy.  Even my 2 eggs, grits, 3 large glasses of water, and pre- and post-meal bathroom stops couldn't completely squelch the inner turmoil.  So, Bridget and I, both not feeling too good, sat in the back of the 2nd car in the caravan and tried to get some much-needed sleep.

One of my dad's sisters lives on the way back from Florida, so we stopped at her house for a home-cooked breakfast lunch for Bridget, complete with birthday cake (Baskin-Robbins no less)! :)  Lunch was quite tasty, but Bridget was still feeling quite a bit under the weather.  But since dilly dallying wasn't helping, we got back on the road.

The only pertinent detail about my aunt's house is that they live on Lookout Mountain, Georgia.  On the very top.  And the 2nd pertinent detail is that my family is not good with car sickness.  In fact, it was almost a guarantee that someone would toss her cookies in the hills of Missouri every year on our used-to-be annual family vacation (that vacation ended a few years back, but isn't that important).  Anyway, so coming down the mountain, our radio cackled with "Someone in our car just puked" in an almost matter-of-fact manner.  Since we're quite well-versed in these kinds of emergencies, Holly, the prepared, yet unlucky victim, had grabbed a bag just in the nick of time and used it quite skillfully.  Luckily enough for her, she grabbed the only bag that didn't have a hole in the bottom.  So, maybe she wasn't that unlucky after all…  No, she was definitely unlucky.

Anyway, the hours since that episode have been quite uneventful, which is just fine with all of us.  Only eight more hours until we arrive at home sweet home.  Which will be all the sweeter at 3am when we finally arrive…

(Sorry, no pictures this time... we were a little preoccupied with getting home)