We started the day innocently enough–let’s stop by Gettysburg, I mean, how often do you find yourself just passing through Pennsylvania? Well, it’s official. I’ve found my next job. I’m going to march my happy ass into the parks department and let them know that Gettysburg is a cluster. The map is a mess, the tour is confusing, all in all the tools that they give you don’t nearly do the area justice. And, I still loved it. I wanted to stay. I took pictures of the bed and breakfasts that I want to stay in when I come back.
We put our final destination into Beatrice (the GPS) and she only showed one route, so we pressed, “GO” and hit the road. We were singing, chair dancing, giggling and jib-jabbering our way through the northeastern US, pausing when we needed gas or saw giant Hershey’s chocolate and, before we knew what had happened, we were stuck in gridlock traffic headed into the Holland Tunnel….WHAT?! Somehow, Beatrice felt that our journey would not be complete without the opportunity to drive a Suburban, towing a UHaul, with two Great Danes, through New York City. Let me assure you that, once you are in the mouth of the funnel, the best you can do is buckle up and drive on, singing bad 70s ballads helps, I promise.
Late night arrival in Connecticut didn’t give me the opportunity to show it off the way that I wanted, but I did get to see SOMETHING I love…….
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