
We slept like kings in our king size bed. Hmmm, there must be a connection. V-a-c-a-t-i-o-n-! Leisurely breakfast and a dip in the hotel pool, Wilmer was in heaven. So were we, he would be tired enough for the rest of the drive to NC. Driving was speedy and weather sunny, until we hit an accident on I-77 where a beer truck had overturned and they were cleaning up all the broken beer bottles and cans off the road. Such waste, all that good beer… We spent an extra hour on the road as a courtesy of that truck driver who had probably enjoyed a bit too much of the contents of this truck. Winston-Salem, NC, hello and goodbye, is what we said as we passed the city on the way to the neighboring mighty Kernersville. We made it, with 490 miles in the odometer and 2 collective gallons in the bladders. Now off to get ready for the 5K race in the morning, oh dear...
Well well. Somebody looks to be in a great shape! But who's the skinny looking guy behind him?!
ReplyDeleteHa ha... trying to inhale like David Hasselhoff and dream about some hefty physique. One day!
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