We had a wonderful final stop in Atlanta, did the obligatory Southren eating at Waffle House
and The Varsity - What'll ya have? They opened in 1928. Ring any bells?
Tuesday we survived Atlanta traffic and boarded the last flight. Five and a half hours is a long time to sit still with only crackers and cookiess for distraction. Our car was in Gig Harbor and we returned to a dead battery and a visit from AAA.
Is that a fitting end to a trip that began with two cancelled 737 flights?
After five weeks and three days, seven airplanes, six hotels, one cruise ship, and several cabs, ubers, buses and vans, it's so good to be home. The laundry is finished, the mail stack was workable, and the hot tub will be warm enough to luxuriate in tonight. Home is good!