The first three hours of my trip summed up in a few text messages

To Justin: Hey it’s Rachel. Fifteen miles in. Cat has diarrhea on floor. This is going to be fun.

To Justin: Mile 70. Gravel came up and cracked the windshield. Cat may have sharted. Super.

To Justin: Update number 3: mile 130. Realized we gave cat steroid, not tranquilizer. That explains the crazy eyes.