Country Roads Take Me Home

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Did you hear?  Baby Sister and I had a road trip.  1600 miles from my front door to her's, to be exact.  That's a whole lot of miles, folks.  And with 1600 miles and half a country to explore, strange things are bound to happen.  So even though I'm a bit late in posting, here's a not-so-quick recap of some of the strangeness.  

After consuming half a dozen Doughnut Plant treats in an embarrassingly short amount of time, we made it safely out of New York, across New Jersey (which we just pretended didn't exist), and into Pennsylvania.  $32 in parking and $12 in tolls later, we hit all the major Philadelphia sights in just under three hours.  Of course, that included three attempts at running the Rocky steps before the video worked.  It may or may not have also included a rendition of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song.  We're cool people like that.

Next stop?  Reenacting our favorite movie, National Treasure.  It was all fine and good until a bomb threat forced us away from Liberty Hall.  It's cool...that Christmas ornament of the Liberty Bell was just as good of a sight to marvel, right?  And without an emergency evacuation, we would have never found those presidential Pez dispensers.

One trip to Reading Terminal Market for Philly cheesesteaks and an hour of traffic later, we were back on the road.  Did you know that Pennsylvania is a really big state?  Also, did you know there are lots of mountains and very few gas stations in Amish country?  We did manage to find a roadside farmer's market stand in Hershey, PA.  

Hours and hours and hours of driving the 45 MPH speed limit later (seriously), we finally approached what we thought was Ohio, our resting place for the night.  Except that the "Welcome To..." sign proudly ushered us into... West Virginia.  Crap dang.  Yikesabee.  West Virginia.  Was that what that really said?  Needless to say, we were unprepared for that little fun geography fact.  West Virginia.  Is that even a real place?

Here's the location of the world's worst fast food experience, somewhere in eastern Ohio.  I've blocked the actual name of the town.

Of course, we were just so delirious by the time we arrived in Columbus.  I couldn't even see straight anymore after 11 hours behind the wheel.  And what should we find at our hotel, but the American Girl Doll convention.  Of course.  I can honestly say that it was the least strange thing that happened to us all day...but of course there were still so many bizarre things to come.

Five states in one day.  Eleven hours of driving when we expected nine, plus the extra three hours of sightseeing in the city of brotherly love.  Three mountain tunnels.  Another $25 in tolls.  So freaking tired.  Just two more days and five more states to go...

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