Saturday was great. We had a fabulous Unbound seminar on Saturday, and my talk seemed to be well received. We got on the road on time, and drove nearly as far as Chattanooga, where we attended Mass at St. Stephen parish. Their approach to Lenten liturgy is much like ours, only more so: solemn entry and Latin Memorial Acclamation. We then got back on the road.
We decided, even though we hadn't been able to reach him by phone, to try to drop in on my stepfather, even though that would add about 90 minutes (at best) to our drive. So we stopped by to see the place, which is clearly still his based on the equipment that's there, but there was no sign of anyone currently living there. Particularly, there were no working vehicles, including no 'Vette in the garage. We left a note on the door and headed south.
And the fun began.
The worst was around Macon, where traffic was a standstill. We finally left the highway and found our way around the traffic jam. We ended up stopping for dinner, which added some time, but we really needed the break from the car at that point.
Final arrival time: just past midnight.
Slept in this morning, and had a nice run. Beautiful day.
Ahhh.
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