Welcome home

Welcome home: Nashville is too far away from sunrises like this. After snapping this shot around 6:30 a.m., I piled the family in the car and drove 11 hours (one of those was parked on the Interstate south of Atlanta somewhere). The three other people in my family love long road trips during which they can nap for hours and watch DVDs with no one telling them to do something productive.

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  1. Count me as a fan of big road trips. After taking several with my own kid, my theory is this: road trips are like vegetables — a learned taste. No one is born liking them, but if your parents take you on enough of them, you may eventually learn to love them.

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