We learned that Talla is not a good traveler. She only peed once a day, and refused to poop altogether. Heck, she refused to even move! She also stopped eating, and spent most of the weekend whining in a crate. Jayne was marginally better, but he still refused to poop until he had what Steve described as "constiparrhea" at 3am on Sunday. By the end of the weekend, he was a bit twitchy.
The real excitement was the drive home. Part of the trip is usually a straight shot, as shown below:
Unfortunately, due to the first snowstorm of the year, a tanker truck crashed outside Williamsburg and I-80 was closed. We had to take a detour - in the dark - on country roads that hadn't been plowed yet. It was soooo much fun. (sarcasm.) It added an additional thirty miles to the trip, which turned into an extra hour since the roads sucked.