departure

"Sir, we're picking something up on radar... It's a winnebago"

6 am eastern standard time - Groggy and bleary-eyed, we pull up the anchor and leave port, albeit with the screen door swinging open...DT is kind enough to ride up on bicycle and shut the hatch.

Bicycles, we have one aboard. Strapped to the roof.curbside pick up.great addition. Purple and rusted it will trace the grounds of the grand canyon in all its glory.

We started 6 hours later than expected. Blame nissan pavillion. L had a miserable time leaving the coldplay concert so he and G didn't arrive in harrisonburg till 4:30 am.
Setbacks are expected and with little fuss and help from a blackberry alarm clock we jumped on 81 at approx. 7am.

Mid 70s, two sleepy passengers in tow, captian and copilot head for nashville with caffine buzzing through the bloodstream.