Aroung 2:00 AM the night before we realized we had nothing to do with our saturday so why night travel to Young Harris, Georgia to watch our friends play tennis. We both had a week from hell so whenever that happens we find it very therapeutic to run away. So that's what we did.
We started the trip off with a caramel frappuccino, a white chocolate mocha and coffee cakes. We spent the entire 4 hours talking about every aspect of life. Family problems, dreams, death, school, hiking, God, world issues, the weather, boys, etc.
We make it to the college in what seemed like 20 minutes. Trying to find the tennis courts we roam/tour the campus and then... After talking to Jake in the art building, a proffesor, two parents watching a baseball game, a police officer, a random student (looked like a golfer), gas station workers and thad & 2 of his friends...we learn that the match is about 15 minutes at a nearby highschool. No biggie, we had time to kill, so we just spent it meeting some new peeps and finally arrive at the match a little late.
Our next 4-5 hours was spent being confused about tennis lingo, watching the boys, and trying to ignore the cold.
Game Over. We won. On the road again. Stopped at Zaxby's. On the road again. Sister driving. Not paying attention. Wrong turn. Thought we were in North Carolina. Thought we were in Atlanta. Thought we were in Tennessee. Got detoured. Passed the same town 7 times. Lost for 2 hours. Freezing Fog! Gassed up 4 more times. Make it home hours later. Pass out in bed.
Great Carefree Day.
One of our best roadtrips thus far.
Listening to Three Legged Fox
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