The Gathering Clouds
Morning breaks and most of us aren't hungover (oddly enough). We stumble to a local breakfast place, gather up supplies for the trip, and see the rain roll in. We hook up the dolly, load up the car, and Sean takes the driveshaft out in the rain, with me watching. By the time he's done, we're both soaked and greasy. A quick change of clothes got us on our way.
No, Really, I'm Fine
On our way, but not very quickly. Rainly wether is not the best towing weather, and it wasn't too far before the hastily assembled rear window began to give way. We stopped for gas, ripped out the window, and continued on our way with Sean at the helm. The weekend of ferocious work and limited sleep had taken its toll, however. Sean was in no shape to drive, and aid so, shortly after crossing into Georgia. My body had had a similar shutdown the night before, so I'd slept more and was next in the driver's seat.
I took the wheel from just across the Florida - Georgia border until just across the North - South Carolina border. The rain was pretty solid up until South Carolina. This drove our trip time up by at least an hour.
80% of this leg was uneventful. The other 20% consisted of near misses and light hydroplaining. Three events stand out amoung these.
North of the Border
Rob took over at the North Carolina Welcome Center, but by then I was too hyper to sleep. Sean was still wiped out in the back seat. (Other) Sean was getting punchy. Everyone was ready to be home. It seemed like forever, but it was only really a few hours.