After classes, Irish, Troll, BR, and I hopped into the suburban with all eyes on the western horizon (and Sutton's eyes on the gummy worms bag). Nothing beats a bag of kettle corn, peach-o's, and a keg in the trunk. We were greeted at the campgrounds by dazed Darden kids with a penchant for tomfoolery and a love of awkward rafting clothing.
Miles left: 311.25
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