The Beaver is Calling, and I Must Go

On our way home, we pass by 3 different Buc-ees. It is a giant gas station/convenience store that has to be seen to be believed. Hundreds of gas pumps, mega-sized bathrooms, and every kind of snack that a person could want.

We passed by the 1st one, but stopped at the 2nd. We got 2 beef brisket sandwiches, a drink, some candied pecans, and a candy bar shaped like Bucee.

Bucee is a beaver, and there are beavers everywhere. It's another story, but we got "the works" car wash, and when we pulled in...Bucee the beaver lit up our windshield before the water drenched us. Such fun.

We weren't going to do it on this trip, but we ended up  having a big driving day today (742 miles) and will probably be home tomorrow night. The big city (Atlanta) was a nightmare and cost us a lot of time.

The 742 miles placed us in Clinton, Tennessee, where our friend Mike's parents used to live.

Night night. Tired and butt-weary.

P.S. In the Extras is a picture of our loaded van. Embarrassing.