I’m on a solo road trip to Columbia, South Carolina for my sister’s bridal shower. It took me so much time to figure out my schedule that my brain exploded and I accidentally decided “a five-hour drive isn’t bad.” I obviously did not taking into account that I had to do all the driving because no one has invented the mechanical highway car pull lane. (like a train track but for cars driving long distances. also something I totally made up but we need.)
Virginia got very rainy so all I got was a picture of my future RV.
But North Carolina did not disappoint. Not only did I find historic Halifax:
The gas station across from Historic Halifax included a hippopotamus escaping the floor.
And a touch of the Smithsonian Museum
And a billboard with a giant X over man evolving from apes next to a large white hand reaching for the Earth under “GOD CREATED THE WORLD.” (I don’t have a photo because I needed my photo-hand to lift my jaw off the ground.)
South Carolina tried to kill me with rain. I almost pulled off the road, everyone had their hazards on, and I saw A CAR IN A TREE. I didn’t take photos of my imminent death.
When I (finally) got to my hotel, I ordered way too much Chinese food because there was a minimum for delivery, and I couldn’t do math post-drive. I then realized I forgot my glasses so I looked high as my contacts tried to murder my eyeballs
Like any good road trip, I planned to stay up all night and sleep in all morning, but I’m too tired. Plus, the rest of my road trip (also known as going home) is tomorrow night.
PS. I’m currently watching a reality show where someone said, “I’m going Sasquatch hunting.” And he just made a Big Foot noise. (It’s a WHOOP! sound.) I don’t miss cable at all.