We’re here. The car is unloaded, the guitar cake pan is on the kitchen counter, the instruments are unpacked and tuned, laundry is piled neatly in baskets, and we sat on the screened porch and drank some wine and ate apples and cheese for dinner.

It’s good to be off the road.

Miles: 380
Restaurants: 1 Crackerbarrel
Road kill: 2 unknowns