The arduous mountain range that tested us twice on the way up to Luray wasn’t as challenging on the way back to North Carolina, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a nail-biter. The Ford chugged and bucked its way up the steepest inclines and Matt did everything he could to keep us on the road. Our lowest speed this time hit around 25 mph—better than the 5 mph we had endured on the way up. But the truck apparently wasn’t fixed.
Read MoreThe next morning we awoke to a gorgeous break from the rain (and from the flies now that they no longer sought shelter in our temporary home). After several days of being relatively cooped up together, I discovered a few cleaning tricks to help me maintain my sanity amid 400 square feet of boy-ness.
Read MoreBright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we excitedly packed our family of five (one with paws) into our rented Ford f-350 attached to this 40’ fifth wheel and departed the unusually temperate June Florida day. Destination No. 1: Charleston, South Carolina.
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