The Seminary Chronicles: In the Beginning (part 3)...

The trip was taking longer than expected and we had hit a couple of snags. There was ridiculous construction around Indianapolis and we had taken the wrong route. After retracing our tracks and taking the proper detour, we were almost positive we were on Interstate 65 South heading towards Kentucky. The major concern at this point, however, was the progressive disintegration of the tarp. Although our strategy of plastering the cover with vast amounts of duct tape had proven effective momentarily, it was proving to be a futile endeavor. It had gotten to the point where each stop involved a disheartened evaluation of the dilapidated tarp, followed by a shrug and more pointless application of tape (we were almost through the third roll). Thankfully Jackson was a constant source of humor as he assured me we'd be there in a few short hours. We removed as much of my luggage as we could and crammed the cab of my truck with the boxes of pictures, books, and clothes (Jackson even offered to take my CD binders in his Subaru). It was cramped and far from comfortable, but the adventure continued. Our hopes remained high; there wasn't a cloud in the sky.