South Richmond, Va

Yes, we made it. Here. To none other than the red roof inn at exit 69 in Virginia. An obvious popular stop for those wishing to look at, through barbed wire fencing, the Philip Morris ( think cigarettes) headquarters which is a stones throw from us. Ironically this is a non smoking hotel.
And here, at the red roof inn, we had our first crisis of the trip. It wasn't the worst crisis we have suffered through, and I would like to believe how we handled it made us stronger as a couple. Usually in crisis situations one of us is hysterical and/or cursing loudly and the other is calm and manages to solve the problem in a reasonable and timely manner. In this case, I was the hysterical one. Who could be calm knowing we had forgotten to bring a corkscrew for the wine??!? Who?!? Well, Darryl could. Not me. But before I broke down completely he pulled out his trusty Swiss Army knife. With a twinkle in his eye similar perhaps to what a quantum physicist would have when just about to discover the Bang BEFORE the Big Bang, he turned and presented me with an open bottle of wine. Crisis averted. Next one on me! Just hope it doesn't involve the septic tank...