Un-Carpetbagging, Pt. III

And here we have the thrilling conclusion to the Hough's Great Cross-Continental Voyage North to Michigan.

Behold. . .

Dad woke up feeling better, but we still had to deal with this crap as we got back into the truck.

Our mighty steed, ready to get the hell out of Ohio.

Fighting our way through some lovely, Ohio weather.

Dad was feeling better, so we listened to some Howard Stern on the way up - he first interviewed a surprisingly liberal Glenn Beck, followed by Judd Apatow.

While we listened to the interviews and made good time on the way up, there was a flood warning in effect throughout the area - you can see the waters rising on the side of the road here and flooding the fields.

More flooding

Edging our way closer to Toledo. . .

A flooded quarry.

A mosque?  In a Rust Belt state?  How progressive of you, Ohio.

This river had completely overflowed its banks and was washing away trees - all the more reason to get the hell out of Ohio.

Things got drier as we approached the homeland. . .

HOME AT LAST

Good to see you, old friend.

Smooth sailing on all Michigan roads - it was like God was happy to see us come out of The Place He Dare Not Dwell

The worst bridge I've ever seen, this side of Khazad-dum.

Scenic Zilwaukee.

Saying 'goodbye' to I-75. . .

Hometowns

As we got closer to our final destination, Dad's side started hurting again - it progressively got worse the farther we got into Michigan.  By the time we got off on 10 and were closing in on Midland, he was doubled over the wheel and gritting his teeth.  It was truly right down to the wire.

In our neighborhood

Our new rental (I'll be talking about this more in detail at a later time, don't worry.)  When Dad and I got to the house, Cindy and Kris were waiting for us.  Dad miraculously backed the truck up into the driveway before Cindy rushed him home (he was in pretty bad shape.)  After emptying out the cab of the truck and securely locking the back of it, I got into Kris' van and we drove back over to Mom's, where we'll be staying the next few nights (we can't move into our rental until the 19th, unfortunately.)

Hanging out with Papa John

Chris and his dog, Tucker, swung by for dinner at Mom's my first night back.  The following pictures, clearly, are courtesy of the Cannonball.

Watson really wanted to play with Tucker, but the feeling was far from mutual - Tucker wanted nothing to do with Watson, who kept barking in his face and trying to wrestle with him.

Rock and roll.

And that's how you move to Michigan, folks.

- Brian