Day 3: In which the boys continue to be Men, and MayaBea relinquishes the wheel

First of all, I'll apologize for the lack of updates. Our campsite in North Carolina had no wi-fi (no big surprise there, though, that place was pretty legit camping) and we've had trouble connecting at the Dozier's house here in Atlanta.

Not very much of interest happened on Day 3- it was just the trek from Richmond, VA to Franklin, NC. After stressful drives both previous days, I relinquished control and gave Jake the wheel. Diana sat shotgun, and I finally got to sleep.

We stopped for lunch at a diner and, though it wasn't quite an NJ diner, it was pretty classic. We decided that Jake's Mr. Pibb was Dr. Pepper's less pretentious, title-less friend, and so we like him better. We made friends with our waiter, saw some girls with interesting curlers in their hair (at least, I think that's what they were!), and taught Ricky the phrase "whinging adolescent," before piling back into the car for another four hours of road time.

Prior to arriving at Rose Creek Campground, we had our first major debate of the road trip. I pose the question to you: In a world where "everything was exactly as it seemed," could there be "a man with something to prove, slightly bored and severely confused," as the lyrics to Sleeping In (by Postal Service) suggest? This debate lasted us all an hour and a half, and led to both Jake (the driver) and Diana (the navigator) missing our exit by 4 miles. Claudia helped us get back on track, though, and we arrived at the campsite with no problems.

For dinner, we had a vaguely mexican themed hodge-podge of foods. We sautee peppers and onions, made black beans and rice, and ate the whole thing all in tortillas with salsa. After that we headed to bed. As I said... not so interesting a day. Pretty fun, though!