I am not a big fan of Pennsylvania. It’s a very, very wide state. It takes many, many hours to drive across it. There is traffic. And huge semi trucks. And confusing road signs.
Banjo Man was not pleased when, while driving through construction in Scranton, to see that the GPS had died. I was asleep, having driven the first 150 miles of the day. Of course we got lost, having missed some kind of crucial turn and possibly a detour.
We learned the fuse to the cigarette lighter had blown, meaning the GPS with its lovely pink line identifying our route, was not charging.
Son #2 produced a map and calmed us down.
Banjo Man returned to the back seat, where he had set up an office and study area.
He has decided he will leave the driving to us.