60 degrees and 8 hours of driving

Day 2- Not much sleep last night, Dusty barked at any and all noises and the highway noise seemed close. I think the truck's mirrors were actually scraping the motel door. Yesterday the view was snow on fields. Today the fields gave way to thick forest and the snow disappeared at the Kentucky border. I saw three steers with 2 foot long horns. I looked off into one forest and there in the middle of the thousands of black barked trees was one huge snow white  sycamore tree. We broke up the day with a wonderful visit to Sandy's room mate from college- 45 years ago. (Do we feel old?) Just into Georgia we are staying the night.