Sunday: Morning:

We woke up to more rain, showered, made sure we had everything, and got on the busses.  Breakfast was provided again and consisted of a danish, two muffins, juice and water.   We started our long journey home: estimated time of arrival in Morgantown was nine thirty…didn’t happen. 

Sunday: Early Afternoon:

We stopped for lunch and everyone was happy!  We didn’t stop for food until 2:30pm so the band was HUNGRY!  Lunch was uneventful.  We reloaded the busses and hit the road again.

Sunday: Evening:

We stopped at the Tamarack in West Virginia for about thirty minutes just to help the band from going crazy.  Again, uneventful.

Sunday: Night:

Thirty minutes from home, in Fairmont, bus two, the bus I ride, gets a flat tire.  All the busses stop while bus two migrates to bus one.  All the flags had to be transferred from bus two to bus one and the bus had to be checked for belongings.   One guard member cut her had on bus one and, after getting home, had to get four stitches.  Once the transfer was complete, the band was underway again.  That last thirty minutes felt like a year, we just wanted to get home.  When we pulled into the band parking lot, we all cheered and sighed in relief (although some held their breath until they were off the bus).  The band dispersed from here to go home and again, pass out.  Arrival time: 10:45pm  What great memories! :D