Tag: roadtrips
Seen on the road
Do other people play the license plate game when they do a long drive? We almost always do (I sometimes do it mentally, even just commuting to the next state over).
Continue reading “Seen on the road”The Getaway: Day 3 Surry and Yorktown
The original plan was to spend the day in Yorktown, and to take the ferry over to Surry the next day for lunch, before heading home.
Continue reading “The Getaway: Day 3 Surry and Yorktown”Back Eastward
After our adventure out to western Maryland and the scenic rail excursion, the folks and I tried to come up with plan for things to do in the area.
Continue reading “Back Eastward”And home
Because my boss is awesome and he knows how I work, he’s okay with me flexing my hours on the days I have to go to the office.
Continue reading “And home”Scenic southbound
Also accurate and alliterative: Saturday, soggy, sodden
We get on the road at 7:30 am. The GPS thinks we could make it in 6 hours but I can only think it’s imagining it will somehow stay 7:30am on a rainy Saturday morning the whole way.
Continue reading “Scenic southbound”Nostalgic northbound (2)
The trek restarts in the morning mostly with just trying to navigate the mess of traffic around NYC. Considering that not everyone has returned to work, this seems unfathomable.
Continue reading “Nostalgic northbound (2)”Nostalgic northbound (1)
We head north for the funeral. I can say we, because the three of us are fully vaccinated, a safe(ish) bubble encapsulated.
The first part of the trip is my (old, soon to be again) commute to the office. The standard loops, the familiar stopping points. Good practice for the office reopening.
Continue reading “Nostalgic northbound (1)”And miles to go…
Why, yes, I do like many of the poems of Robert Frost. How did you guess?*
So while S and some of our friends ran a virtual 5K while we’ve been in solitary confinement quarantine, I wondered how “far” I’ve gone with all my daily runs. Continue reading “And miles to go…”
In which we cross to Spokane
I sleep like the dead (once I get earplugs in) and sleep until after 7am. Mom is already awake. Dad is already up and out.
He comes back at 7:30, concerned because our flight is tomorrow at 7:20 and it won’t let him check in. It takes a moment to realize our mistake: we are on Mountain time; Spokane is on Pacific. Continue reading “In which we cross to Spokane”
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