Excerpts from Kristy:
May 24-25, 1998
was just a monumental day. A rare time in your life when you're
in the moment, and you know that you should appreciate this
feeling with every fiber of your being, because it's unique
and wholly special. Countless times in my life I've dreamed
of not stopping to go to work or to run an errand, of just
driving on to that place where the road touches the horizon.
This was that time.
My memories of leaving are bittersweet: Eager to go, scared
of change. Ten hours down the road to Peach Tree City where
we stayed with friends that I used to work with. Scott and
Nancy were the perfect hosts. They welcomed us into their
home, gave us each our own room, cooked us a big steak dinner
and then took us on a tour of Atlanta so we could find our
way around the next day.
I'm glad that this was our first city, because Atlanta seemed
much more impressive before seeing New Orleans, Las Vegas
and Seattle. We stopped at the World of Coca-Cola, the CNN
Building and Centennial Park, but were hard-pressed to find
much else to do. We enjoyed our day in Atlanta, but I wouldn't
recommend a week long vacation there, maybe a weekend.