When best friend Denise and I hit the road, misadventure is sure to follow.
Now that 500 miles separate us, those road trips are rarer but they’re still something to bank on.
These days, the misadventures tend to be more with my husband and though I am loathe to admit it, it seems the common denominator is none other than me.
Our recent weeklong trip–about 1,800 miles–through Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia and at last, Kentucky was again fraught with misadventure, albeit minor ones.