The highlight, er, low light, of the whole trip came in the late afternoon when we were traveling along the interstate in South Carolina and Steve suddenly shouted, "Savannah!?!?"
Sarah and I popped our heads up from our computers to see what could have brought about such a dramatically random observation from our designated driver. Turns out that after we had stopped for gas, Steve had gotten back onto the freeway going the wrong direction and didn't realize it for almost an hour when he finally zeroed in one of the signs announcing the cities that were ahead. Cities that one would see if one was driving to Florida, not away from Florida.
Does that tell you anything about how incredibly tired we were?
We also ran into an accident that delayed us almost an hour, so between that and the wrong-way excursion, our thirteen hour trip turned into fifteen hours, with the last couple hours of it being driven through fairly heavy rain. Driving in rain always makes me tense anyway, and with my stretched and frazzled nerves the rain was extra tiring.
We finally pulled into our driveway at 11 pm and had a joyous reunion with Snowy before making the unwelcome discovery that something is wrong with our water pump and we have no water. At all. That was about the time we decided that heading for bed and dealing with our problems in the morning would be the best thing to do.
I can't ever remember being quite that tired; following an exhilarating (but exhausting) week with a 15-hour road trip is something my middle aged body isn't quite up to.
But we're thankful to have made it home safely and I'm thankful I had a good night's sleep. Still no water but Steve's been up since early this morning working on a solution.
More soon . . .