Freshly married with our Volvo S40 packed to the gills, we drove away from Kristi’s childhood home with tin cans tied to the back of the car and family members cheering and jeering.
We didn’t make it too far that first night on the road, about 10 miles from Cohasset to Grand Rapids. We stayed at a bed and breakfast.
We were heading to Maxwell AFB in Montgomery, AL. I had passed the bar and was going for nine weeks of JAG training. We had no stops planned for meals or hotels.
We woke up, threw our bags back in the car and drove until we were tired. On July 6th, we went from Minnesota through Wisconsin and Illinois and stopped in Missouri. Although we could have taken two more days, we pulled into Montgomery on the 7th.
It was an inauspicious beginning. No planning, no national parks or baseball games, no museums or presidential homes. We were eager to get our life together started. Three days into our marriage and we had been to seven states. That was something. We also learned that we enjoyed traveling together. That was a start.
Days on the road this trip: 3