Saturday morning brought the top secret Graduate Records Examinations which seemed to go well enough. After the test the real pain was getting six people in one place long enough to pack a half sized van. I returned from the test around two o'clock but by the time Elizabeth and I packed, bought provisions for the eighteen-plus hour drive, and ate it was near eight. Tensions were already quite high with several of the trip members before the van left the Mid-Ohio valley.
There were six of us in the Fellowship of the Van. Will, Lauren, Kelly, Phil, Elizabeth, and myself. Five Ohioans and one poor West Virginian. Five carnivores and one vegan. Three spiritual but not practicing Christians, Two devout Christians, and one Neo-Pagan. Three boys and three girls. Two people in relationships, two single people, and one couple. Three of age drinkers and three underage. Six college students, trying their hardest to make it not resemble an episode of the Real World.
Leaving at eight at night provided a smooth and extremely quiet drive. The further down the interstate we drove the less cars we began to see until we were the only light on the road. Shadowy landscape blurred past in varying shades of black. Black trees, grass, road, and even abyssal wildlife moved in an alternative state of nocturnal existence.
After driving for more than two hours we drove through the capital of my state. I pointed out all the landmarks that I thought important which in Charleston it mostly involved me pointing with the remark "Look a gold dome. We paid for that."
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