I don’t mean altitude-wise, of course, but rather the time we spent with Daddy and Kathy.

Between great conversation over Mexican food and hearing some awesome guitar playing, we exchanged lots of hugs and discussed plans for them to come north so the Thriller and I can throw a party in their honor. We think it just might be doable sometime — I hope it’s soon.

Their property on Houston Lake in rural Mississippi is peaceful and serene. We loved staying there. And Kathy’s two four-legged children are adorable:

It was hard to leave. But I’m clinging to the excitement of a reunion. Can’t wait.

So, it’s one and done for us, fiends. We stop in Indiana tonight, then we’re home by tomorrow afternoon. I hope Rousseau remembers us!

FO