After several hours of driving, we finally stopped for gas and dinner. Admittedly, Ohio is my least favorite state to drive through. It is known as Middle America for good reason. Hours and hours of driving, covering hundreds of miles and it still feels like we are slogging through Middle Earth. The double decker iron bridge that spans the Ohio River and ushers us into Kentucky is also slightly terrifying. Thankfully Dear BF has taken pity
on me and resumed driving duties. Ohio didn’t welcome us with a sign and I will be happy to have it in the rear view mirror. Only 470 miles to go…