
1132 Days
This past February, we loaded up the car and all drove down to Tennessee for a two-week stay in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. To knock the trip out in a day and not arrive too late, we woke up at 4 am so that we could be on the road by 5 am. Besides the restaurant forgetting to include the pork sausage in my bbq combo takeout meal after a very long day, the trip went about as smoothly as possible. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that my streak had come to end. Before