All Good Things Must Come to an End

33 Days, 29 states, 10, 000 miles of driving, and a wedding. From Georgia to California and back, the best summer of our lives is winding to a close. We woke in St. Louis to a home-cooked breakfast, loaded up the 4Runner, and got on down the road to Nashville, Music City. The Southern Summer Sun of Nashville scorched the asphalt and our skin, and we pulled into our last destination with a bitter sweet feeling. Relaxing in our hotel, we wanted to be home where we could start our lives together as husband and wife. We dined in the evening at a Japanese Steakhouse with Native Nashvillians more interested in phone conversations than dinner and called it an early evening. We awoke like Rip Van Winkle from 20 years slumber and packed the vehicle for the last time. I pointed White Lightening southeast and rode out into the middle of Tennessee. Saying little, we longed to be home, to return to routine, but in our hearts, we wished we could continue to the next wonder, the next National Park, the next adventure..