Dad, Colleen, and I arose around seven a.m. in order to shower, figure out an apt travel route, and down many cups of dark roast coffee.

Dad cleverly decided to change routes in order to take the “quicker” 600 mile trip that boasted a 12 hour travel time.
This glorious route, in fact, took approximately 16 hours, frosted with icing that looked like a 1 ½ traffic jam over the Brooklyn Bridge. Also sprinkled with dad’s ‘creative’ route out of Wake Forest…
It may very well have been the most entertaining car-ride of my life, proven
by the fact that I didn’t fall asleep until nearly 11:30 p.m. after getting only six hours of sleep. The route, albeit unnecessarily long, was gorgeous, taking us along the Eastern Seaboard through North Carolina, Virginia, Washington D.C., Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, and Connecticut.

Another highlight from the road trip was Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury book on tape. We listened to one and a half CD’s of the eight hour CD set. The punch line from that book should be “Caddy smelled like trees.”

And at the end of the day, we crashed in our Super 8 motel room in Milford, CT.
1 comment:
hey, you need to actually link to your awesome transcription of the silky-basmati-rice-van adventure!
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