Well, Maryland, thanks for . . . nothing, really. It all happened so fast I couldn't even get a picture of the welcome sign.
Thank you, Pennsylvania, for being the border of the Mason-Dixon Line. You help divide the saints:
|"Sin: it seemed like a good idea at the time"|
From the sinners:
|Luckily, there is tractor trailer parking|
Thank you also for having pretty stone homes along rt 81 for me to look at.
And for having Dutch Kitchen Restaurant, just south of Scranton. I was initially frightened when I saw on the menu mostly innards (this being scrapple country and all), but my chocolate milkshake more than made up for it.
Thank you, state of New York, for assuring me I was getting closer to New England. Thank you also for housing the mentally ill of the 19th and 20th centuries so elegantly.
|Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we are passing back through Fishkill.|
Unfortunately, animals WERE harmed in the making of this road trip. I've seen enough dead deer to last a lifetime (I lost count after a while, but around 20). I rarely see dead deer in New England (in fact, I saw one live one on the trip--near Worcester), but they were strewn all along 81 and 84. A dead squirrel is one thing; a dead deer is quite another. Serious carnage.
Last, thank YOU for coming along. Some people were concerned that I was making an unwise decision, going it alone. But I had fun, didn't think too much or too deeply (thanks again, iPod), and had you on my mind throughout each day. So I may not have had someone right beside me the whole way, but I did get to share my adventure. Thank you for your support.
Okay. I will not be posting daily after today. Tomorrow, it's back to work. You'll have to wait for me to get pissed at a book or excited about cooking. I'm sure it won't be long.
Peace out. -k.