We started out of Clarion, PA at 8 AM and it looked like this:
Banjo Man has now gone to town to get groceries. I offered to stop with him before we arrived home, but he said no. And then I promised I would behave myself, that I would not whine or twitch or hang over the shopping cart and moan about how much time it took to pick out vegetables. But he said he couldn’t take the chance. He said he didn’t believe I could be nice in the grocery store.
I would have, I really would have.
Nine days on the road have made me a more patient person. Or maybe I’m just numb.
It will be so nice to go to the bathroom any time I want, without having to wait for an exit and then get out of the car.
Today I had to wait in line behind 8 Japanese tourists at a gas station/truck stop in Pennsylvania. That was a first.
Another first: tornado warnings.
Another first: wrapping up in a blanket while napping as Banjo Man drove I-84
Another first: the GPS system deciding to go insane and not believe we were on a main road and telling us it would take 6 hours to drive 180 miles.
I think the GPS was as tired as we were after 2991 miles!!!!!!