2002 Cross-Country Roadtrip
Day 6, Woodstock, New York July 25th 12:50pm
Well of course, I haven’t written in my Journal for a few days. It’s because I’m delinquent. Anyway, we’re here!
Let me sum up: we drove, then we drove some more, then we decided to drive. Then we were there!
For those of you who are slaves to details, here is the full story (at least as I remember it). After sleeping in Mosquitoland (aka Minnesota), we drove through it. It’s flat and full of corn. I don’t know how many cornchitos this country consumes, but it is obviously way too much. Whilst in Minnesota we opened a care package from our friends Wolfe and Lois, which quite frankly, kicked ass. It included three books on tape, numerous paper books and some food goodies (Pocky, Banana chips, cookies and Haw chips). First we read some of Dave Barry’s Travel Guide which is truly hilarious. One good quote from the book is “Standard Tip in New York City is a smile and a shiny quarter”. After Minnesota I think there was Wisconsin, or maybe Arkansas, I get confused. Apparently there is cheese there. Then we drove through Illinois, which boasts having Chicago. What a lovely flat city. The interesting factoid about Chicago is that engineers made the Chicago River flow backwards. Seriously.
After Illinois there is Indiana (secretly they are the same state, they just want to confuse us folks who are trying to drive through). There were a lot of cars on the road, especially compared to South Dakota (”Hey look honey, a car!”). In Indiana we camped at a huge campsite (over 200 spots) in some state park by some big lake (Michigan?). We got an early start (8:30am) and we drove for about 640 hours until we got to Woodstock at 1:15am. Or at least it seemed like 640 hours, but maybe it was 15. Ohio was horrendous because the cruise control decided to stop working, and it (Ohio) was way too big. Then there was my home state of Pennsyltucky (i.e. Pennsylvania), which was also too big and where road rot set in. We got lost in a pot hole in Wilkes Barre trying to get to the Olive Garden. “@#%^$!”, I said.
So in we came to New York state (which tried to tell us that the speed limit was 55mph, but I laughed, and drove on by). And here we are at Cedar’s uncle’s farm in Woodstock. We played tennis this morning, then swam in the pool. Then I had the best shower of the entire last 5 days. Life is tough.
Quote of the day: “There’s a hole in my racket that extends even beyond my racket” - Destiny (Cedar’s mom) after taking a mighty swing at the tennis ball that whizzed on past.
