I'm cursed. I truly believed I'm cursed. I am sick. Again. On a trip. Why does this happen?! Seriously? My body is truly a homebody while my brain is stuck in wanderlust, because everytime we set out on a trip my body comes down with a thoroughly horrible, disgusting sickness and all my brain wants to do is enjoy the journey! Anyway, 13 short hours ago we left Georgia and headed west. We traveled through Tennessee, stopped in to see Pops in Kentucky, up through Illinois and finally made it to Missouri. I'm going to save all the pictures until we get to Astoria and compile them on one post. We're crossing Kansas tomorrow and sleeping in Denver tomorrow night.