Pennsylvania is LONG!
Notes from 7/28:
8:13 am: on to Toledo! Toledo. Toledo! Ohio. We had breakfast with Maureen at Fleetwood Dirty Diner. The waitress had tattoos and we all had Hippie Hash except T-Rex (tash now insists I call her this) who had a mushroom and feta omelet.
8:27 Saline, MI
8:38 Michigan trucks have too many wheels. Aparently 18 wheelers are not sufficient as we pass 20, 22, and 30 wheelers. Also we breeze through Azalia and Temperance, MI.
8:57 OHIO!
It should be said that Nat spent this entire time trying to find the White Stripes song with the above lyric about Toledo, but was entirely unsuccessful.
9:39 Lots o Cops!
Tash:
12:22pm: sign says NYC: 396mi. we're getting close!
12:29: PA! but also roadwork stoppage. poo. Not okay, PA.
Nat:
2:56 highest point on I-80 east of the Mississippi! 2280 ft! We went to Eat and park and had wonderful smiley face cookies. Eat n park has really classed it up since the old days of ski team - they now have local produce that doesn't look like rabbit food!
5:01 pm: Nat wakes up from a nap but has failed to drool. This is a first on the trip.
We cross over the Delaware Water Gap, marveling at the interesting cliffs and promising to return to climb there soon. At a gas station in Netcong, NJ, we realize we are in the East proper when there is a minor traffic jam and major road rage just getting out of the parking lot.
Near 8 o'clock we discover WNYC, our NPR for the next 3 years (93.9fm and 820AM for those scoring at home) and see the remains of alpenglow on the Manhattan skyline as we drop into the Lincoln tunnel. It's a prolonged drop as we also encounter some New York traffic.
Emerging from the tunnel, Nat hits no pedestrians as we rumble towards East 13th street and our new home. A quick double park and a burst of energy unloads the car, and then we head to Momofuku Ssam bar for celebratory beef tendon (nat) and skate wing (tash).
Our long drive is over. The Atlantic ocean sparkles not far from our apartment. A hell of a lot of even-numbered interstate stretches back towards the dying sunset.
What will happen to this blog? Who knows!
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Drooling can be productive. I sometimes drool while playing guitar, if I'm really into the music. You never see Clapton doing this . . .
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