It took us longer than we thought to get ready and get out of town. We were both busy the week before the trip, so we packed and prepared pretty last minute. But finally we were ready to leave.

Beth discovered AAA travel services many roadtrips ago, and while it may sound geeky, they provide great Trip Tiks and travel guides. Trip Tiks are Map Quest-like directions with local info. As you can see, Sister was ready again this time!
As always on roadtrips, Sister navigates, and I drive. She always offers to help with the driving, but you other Type-A personalities know how important it is to be behind the wheel!
We love to stop along the way and goof off. Here we are at the Virginia Welcome Center with Thomas Jefferson.



Tunnels! We traveled through several between Columbia and Pittsburgh, and they were cool. Every time we went through one, I thought of Princess Diana and how awful it must've been with the paparazzi chasing her and Dodi down in the Paris tunnel.


Here's just one of the beautiful views in West Virginia, which is one of the most beautiful states I've ever visited.

We stopped for a quick dinner and found ourselves on Hank Williams Sr. Memorial Road. You know we had to stop for a picture! This is Sister's best "air guitar" stance, but I told her she looked more like an arthritic Hank Williams' Sr.

We finally made it to Morgantown, a bit later than we expected. When we checked in our motel around 10:30 p.m., there was an Indian man wearing pajamas and slippers sitting in the lobby. We think he was the owner, but weren't sure. I should've gotten a picture, but I was just too tired.
Coming soon, Day Two, which includes Sarris Chocolates, Perry Como and the Pittsburgh Pirates!

Morgantown is the birthplace of Don Knotts, but you'd never know it! Our waiter at breakfast told us about a "star" downtown, so we drove in to find it. This was it. A small little star outside of the local theatre. That's it. Carol did show us a newspaper clipping about a festival held in July, and it mentioned something about a statue fund. I would think that would be the least they could do to honor Don Knotts!





















Afterwards, we drove over to the South Side, and then ate dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe on the river. We ate outside, where there was a "dancing fountain" that changed according to the beat of the music.












