We woke up tired and a little sore, well, I was a lot sore. Angela's father cooked some breakfast and then we gathered the remaining boxes and headed down the street to practice driving the truck. After that we were on our way...well, after a last minute bathroom break.
    The first day of driving wasn't bad at all. We counted Wal*Mart trucks and dead deer to pass the time. (The Wal*Mart trucks had to be on the moving on the road, parked trucks did not count.) Ange drove while I passed out every few minutes and in a matter of hours, 12 to be exact (only 4 hours slower than originally projected), we were at the Cleveland Kampground of America (KOA).