Monday, Miles 821 – 1200.
Destination: Home
Distance: 380 miles
Our road trip ended the way it started, with a Waffle House. Our waitress was a dusky-eyed, tattooed beauty named Carol, and she clearly owns the place. Perhaps not literally, but she knew everyone on both sides of the counter, all the orders, all the drinks, and every word to every song I played on the jukebox. I’m not sure what a girl has to do to look “dusky-eyed” at 0730 in the morning, but she did it.