The trip was OK. we had rain for a few miles on either side of the border. Roper was driving. I feel a little guilty. It was my turn to drive but I had a crashing headache. Given the storm line we were driving through I wasn't surprised. It eased up later with applications of Tylenol and caffeine. (And a rise in air pressure, of course.)
Isn't it funny how the trip home always seems shorter than the trip there?