Bill, Mom and I drove it in 14½ hours.
It was a piece of cake, really. Bill and I were freaking out about it in the days and weeks beforehand because although we drove around the country in our Westy for the better part of 8 years, our M.O. was to drive a few hundred miles, stop, make camp and have a drink. Like civilized humans beings do.
But Mom and Dad have always been gas-ass Road Warriors, and for this, Mom's first long road trip without Dad and with us instead (poor Mom), Mom insisted we do it the Mom-and-Dad way: drive like crazy people until we arrived.
Then suddenly, just like that, 14½ hours later, the Big City:
|Oh, too dark.|
|Oof, too bright.|
|Oooh, too blurry.|
And finally, weirdly awesome and totally perfect: