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One thousand five hundred sixteen miles driven in the space of (checks clock) forty-two hours.
Random thoughts:
My son is an awesome travel companion. He gets bonus points for helping navigate through weird highway configurations during a monsoon.
I swear the highway in western Pennsylvania is designed to kill you or make you turn around in terror.
If you have to pee after you drop off someone at JFK International, you're screwed. Ditto if you believed the online map's assertion that there is a gas station right there. Actually, the gas station is still there. It simply isn't operating.
OH YE GODS ROAD CONSTRUCTION
One favorite sign: CAUTION: NEW TRAFFIC PATTERNS. I was hoping for something more interesting than lane-shifts. Maybe a eighteen-wheeler tango.
Two favorite sign: BORO OF ALPHA. I suppose there must be BORO OF OMEGA on the West Coast.
Three favorite sign: LLAMAS FOR SALE. The billboard was huge. But there was also a cloth "For Rent" sign hanging on it. So which is, Llama Keeper? Are selling them, or renting them? If the latter, for what does one rent a llama? (Say it five times fast!)
If you think your windshield is clean, driving into the sunset will swiftly prove otherwise.
Little Gambit is a pretty good travel buddy, too, even though we made him do horrible things like climb stairs at a strange hotel and drink water while strangers were walking by. Worst of all, Ty wasn't there to demonstrate how anything should be done.
The saddest part of the whole trip was Gambit staring at the door Dev disappeared through, then whining as I drove away.
And I'd like to lodge a complaint. It simply isn't fair that my son's plane touched down in Pisa before I made it home to Indiana.
And now... *thud*
Random thoughts:
My son is an awesome travel companion. He gets bonus points for helping navigate through weird highway configurations during a monsoon.
I swear the highway in western Pennsylvania is designed to kill you or make you turn around in terror.
If you have to pee after you drop off someone at JFK International, you're screwed. Ditto if you believed the online map's assertion that there is a gas station right there. Actually, the gas station is still there. It simply isn't operating.
OH YE GODS ROAD CONSTRUCTION
One favorite sign: CAUTION: NEW TRAFFIC PATTERNS. I was hoping for something more interesting than lane-shifts. Maybe a eighteen-wheeler tango.
Two favorite sign: BORO OF ALPHA. I suppose there must be BORO OF OMEGA on the West Coast.
Three favorite sign: LLAMAS FOR SALE. The billboard was huge. But there was also a cloth "For Rent" sign hanging on it. So which is, Llama Keeper? Are selling them, or renting them? If the latter, for what does one rent a llama? (Say it five times fast!)
If you think your windshield is clean, driving into the sunset will swiftly prove otherwise.
Little Gambit is a pretty good travel buddy, too, even though we made him do horrible things like climb stairs at a strange hotel and drink water while strangers were walking by. Worst of all, Ty wasn't there to demonstrate how anything should be done.
The saddest part of the whole trip was Gambit staring at the door Dev disappeared through, then whining as I drove away.
And I'd like to lodge a complaint. It simply isn't fair that my son's plane touched down in Pisa before I made it home to Indiana.
And now... *thud*
