Anyhow, I just spent four days out of the past week driving back to school. Some things I learned on the way:
Solo road trips are lots of fun. Less fun when you know school will start when you get there.
Always follow the directions on your map. Unless the directions are incredibly stupid, in which case trust your instincts and call your hosts for real directions (hint: if they don't live on a dirt road or off of back roads, dirt roads and back roads probably are not the right way to their house.)
Don't lock your keys and your phone in the car. But if you do, do it at a gas station where the person in the store will let you call for help with their phone, and where the police show up with their gadgets in around two minutes.
Whoever named the Big Dry Creek didn't have much imagination. Unlike the person who named Swan Pond Creek. Now that's how you name something.
More old people should write down their stories. Because they have some really amazing stories to tell, and they're all going to be lost soon if they don't write them down.
My little sister doesn't know how to open a cassette tape case. She also can't tell Michael Card from Rich Mullins. (This was during the first day, when I wasn't by myself all the way.)
There's a feeling of satisfaction when the person who just went flying out around you (when you were already going above the speed limit) gets stuck behind the next car, which is going even slower than you are. And after flying out around them, gets stuck behind a truck, then another slow car, and then you end up passing him again. Muahaha!
Bumping the cruise control up a notch and feeling the thrill of power surge through the engine and up into the steering wheel is also an amazing feeling. What do you mean that's just me?