We are back in the land of pick-up trucks and oil refineries – can you guess where we are?

I wasn’t sure what to title this post:  Southern Hospitality is Alive and Well?  The 25-cent Martini? The 3-Martini Lunch?  Happy Birthday to Me?!  So, fueled by a 3-Martini lunch I thought I’d just start writing and see where it takes me.

It would seem, when the great minds of engineering laid out the path of Interstate 10, they said, “Hey, let’s keep it simple; just mow down the forest and slap on the asphalt.”

My friend, Mike, and his loyal companion, Phoenix, are at it again.  They are hosting a 2nd give-a-way to celebrate their 1-year blog anniversary. Mike and Phoenix are the co-writers of one of my favorite blogs,  Past My Curfew.  I’m such a big fan I am paying it forward by spreading the news of their give-a-way!

When you travel in the winter it’s pretty much a given you’re going to deal with cold weather.  We know this.  We traveled to Paris in January of 2013 and had a great time, despite the cold. Cold, yes, but Polar Vortex cold?  That’s just pushing it.

I can tell you I am not a boot-stomping yee-ha kind of fan of Willie Nelson. However, I am in fact a fan of his well-known hit, On the Road Again.  Seriously, is there any other song out there better suited for a road trip?  I think not.  But if you’ve got some suggestions, I’m listening.

You’ve heard of Harpers Ferry in West Virginia, right? And, maybe you know a little of the history, but as we discovered there is so much more to the story.

New Year’s Resolutions – I don’t think I’ve ever made one in my life.

Yesterday, we watched the odometer turn over 3,000 miles. GPS has guided us well. We crossed another time zone somewhere in Tennessee between Nashville and Knoxville. For the most part I’m already having trouble remembering what day it is and where we’ve been.

It’s an interesting thing to travel during the Christmas season; something we’ve never done before.  Now with just over 2,500 miles and 10 nights on the road behind us, I’m finding myself in a bit of a reflective mood, thinking about where we’ve been and how far we’ve come.