Vacation
Intoxicated - the way I go through life
Inebriated - and then I pay the price
Designated drinker with a defected driver-- Deliverence
I've never had a real vacation where I had nothing work or school related to occupy my mind, so I was thrilled at the prospect of taking a trip to the mountains of Pennsylvania. Completely unplugged for 10 days. Nothing pressing, no worries, no concerns. Absolute isolation. Isolation. Sends chills down my spine.
The journey begins. Well, not yet, let's go back about two months when M decides we are going to see her dad whom she hasn't seen in about 12 years. Long story but there is a great deal of anxiety to follow this decision. So much so that during this time I grew a beard that she didn't notice until I pointed it out to her. Oh well.
Between the time the plans were finalized and we left, from various relatives I hear nothing but horror stories of how terrible this trip is going to be. Yeah, I am getting nervous about being in the sticks with anal retentive hosts and no hope of escape. Why do people feel they have to share their bad experiences? Isn't there anything good about this place?
We left almost 24 hours late, returning a couple of times due to forgotten tasks and stuff. Just about a block from the house, we realized the first item missing: Ice for the cooler. Then, on the way from the convenience store to the interstate we realized we'd forgotten the directions. But, with three ink jet printers and a laser printer, none of them want to work. None of them seem to ever want to work. After comparing Google to Mapquest I jotted down Mapquest's.
One good part of the time on the road was the Audiovox portable DVD player we picked up to keep Thing One and Thing Two occupied. Though, the first one we got was busted, the second one worked out well. If it weren't for M, that purchase would never have been made, thanks go to her for that.
The trip up wasn't too bad, 20 hours with getting lost in Gainsville (some people know how to read street signs while other's don't trust them; M). Some minor slowdowns along 95 in Georgia and South Carolina and I narrowly avoided a couple speed traps in some construction zones. And its not bad that "are we there yet" didn't sound until we were 831 miles into the 1200 mile trip.
Leaving town at 4:30pm Friday, June 10, we arrived in "the valley" shortly before noon the next day. Having not slept since Thursday, I was beat. But we didn't hit the sack until almost midnight that night. No problems, I do it all the time for work. The rest of the time spent there was a blur. Days melded with nights. It seemed as one long day peppered with 10 - 12 hour naps. Yeah. I slept alot. There really wasn't much else to do.
We let Thing One and Thing Two lose on Hershey and they tore the place up. They really had a good time there. We did some fishing, or should I say, torturing worms in the pond across the yard. Now, this pond, its kinda scummy looking, but I guess that's just because of the foliage surrounding it dropping its crap into it. It was fed by this stream that run from under the house we were staying at. The stream, while small, was so insanely cold (something like 40 degrees) that it actually kept the basement and cellar cold. Guess that's why its called a spring house. We just don't have those here.
Well, the trip back was uneventful, except for taking about three hours less while sitting in construction traffic for about an hour and hitting a deer. Yeah, it trashed the passenger light assembly, the grill, the bumper, etc...
Yummy
The journey begins. Well, not yet, let's go back about two months when M decides we are going to see her dad whom she hasn't seen in about 12 years. Long story but there is a great deal of anxiety to follow this decision. So much so that during this time I grew a beard that she didn't notice until I pointed it out to her. Oh well.
Between the time the plans were finalized and we left, from various relatives I hear nothing but horror stories of how terrible this trip is going to be. Yeah, I am getting nervous about being in the sticks with anal retentive hosts and no hope of escape. Why do people feel they have to share their bad experiences? Isn't there anything good about this place?
We left almost 24 hours late, returning a couple of times due to forgotten tasks and stuff. Just about a block from the house, we realized the first item missing: Ice for the cooler. Then, on the way from the convenience store to the interstate we realized we'd forgotten the directions. But, with three ink jet printers and a laser printer, none of them want to work. None of them seem to ever want to work. After comparing Google to Mapquest I jotted down Mapquest's.
One good part of the time on the road was the Audiovox portable DVD player we picked up to keep Thing One and Thing Two occupied. Though, the first one we got was busted, the second one worked out well. If it weren't for M, that purchase would never have been made, thanks go to her for that.
The trip up wasn't too bad, 20 hours with getting lost in Gainsville (some people know how to read street signs while other's don't trust them; M). Some minor slowdowns along 95 in Georgia and South Carolina and I narrowly avoided a couple speed traps in some construction zones. And its not bad that "are we there yet" didn't sound until we were 831 miles into the 1200 mile trip.
Leaving town at 4:30pm Friday, June 10, we arrived in "the valley" shortly before noon the next day. Having not slept since Thursday, I was beat. But we didn't hit the sack until almost midnight that night. No problems, I do it all the time for work. The rest of the time spent there was a blur. Days melded with nights. It seemed as one long day peppered with 10 - 12 hour naps. Yeah. I slept alot. There really wasn't much else to do.
We let Thing One and Thing Two lose on Hershey and they tore the place up. They really had a good time there. We did some fishing, or should I say, torturing worms in the pond across the yard. Now, this pond, its kinda scummy looking, but I guess that's just because of the foliage surrounding it dropping its crap into it. It was fed by this stream that run from under the house we were staying at. The stream, while small, was so insanely cold (something like 40 degrees) that it actually kept the basement and cellar cold. Guess that's why its called a spring house. We just don't have those here.
Well, the trip back was uneventful, except for taking about three hours less while sitting in construction traffic for about an hour and hitting a deer. Yeah, it trashed the passenger light assembly, the grill, the bumper, etc...
Yummy
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