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RTAWE – The Day The Earth Stood Still

Klaatu Barada Nikto!

Ok, now that that bit of nerdery is done, let me say that the earth didn’t actually stand still today, we just got to stay in the same place for more than a day and will stay at least two nights in the same place from here on, at least according to current plans which are fluid (which fluid is left as an exercise for the reader).

Tonight is laundry night so we are sitting around in minimal clothing so we can wash what we wore today since we lost a laundry chance in Maine when our plans were changed.

Today we visited the Adirondacks, or at least a tiny portion thereof closest to Albany, namely Lake George. The town was amazingly crowded, the beach was full, our attempts to hike were thwarted because the parking at the trailheads were full. But we are nothing if not perserverent, so we were able to find parking and hike. The only people we met were right at the trailhead who pointed out an alternate trail – what are the odds? They pop up, say you ought to take this trail right here in the parking lot instead of going the thirty feet down the road to take the marked trail, disappear down the road, and then we don’t see anyone else the whole time there and back plus lunch when every other trail is mobbed. Life is stranger than fiction.

More things I struggle to understand: The Airbnb is in a neighborhood where the side of the street you can park on changes every day. The Airbnb has a TV in the bathroom, and no we haven’t turned it on (yet).

The obligatory selfie, this time with too much contrast in the lighting and too much tooth in my too fake grin. MBH is gorgeous as always.
A rock took this picture. Rocks take great pictures, better than pictures I take. If you can tell me what is wrong with my hand I’d be much obliged.
The shallow end of Inman pond, our hike’s destination.
The deep end of Inman pond, near where we ate lunch which consisted of trail mix and water. Yum.
Laundry day, and yes you need a step ladder to get to the dryer. Hey, we’re just staying here. At this point, we are just happy to be able do laundry before turning our indies inside out and rewearing them
What do you mean you didn’t want to see a close up of my fingers in the woods!?!

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RTAWE – The Day Before Tomorrow Edition

Today we visited Valley Forge in the morning and then it was on to Albany New York. We cooked our own breakfast (yay!) for the first time this trip – and for MBH that means pouring milk over cereal.

But in between we had our first Wawa experience as we needed ice for the cooler now that we have food. So many special milestones on this trip. We hope to get wawa-ed again soon.

The drive to Albany was another scenic drive in the mountains as we avoided the cities of the plain. It’s amazing how much empty terrain there is in this country. Despite seeing three or four state police cars (which is three or four more than we’ve seen before today) we managed not to get stopped.

After consultations with our former Maine host we have booked a cabin near Acadia so as of right now we have somewhere to stay besides the car for the remainder of the trip. But I’m not counting my beds until I’ve slept in them.

Could be a statue of General Wayne since it was next to the auto tour stop named Wayne’s Woods. Don’t tell me you’ve never taken a picture from the car of something historical without actually knowing what or who it is.
The accommodations at Valley Forge don’t look that bad to me. The Maine cabin will be similar, only with electricity, HVAC, lights, flush toilet, kitchen, WiFi, but other that, not much different.
The Grand Parade grounds at Valley Forge. According to legend, the Revolutionary war was won here. Who knows, the legend might even be accurate.
Is the hunting ban official? Sign looks kind of sketchy to me. And why does a rest stop in New York feel the need to ban hunting – what does one hunt there? Squirrels?
Oops happens. Well, it does.

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RTAWE – Day Mike Mike Mike Mike What day is it?

Today marks many milestones: we crossed the 1,000 mile threshold to much rejoicing, we drove through East Berlin, West York, Bird in Hand, and Lancaster county (only saw one horse and buggy sadly) and crossed the very wide but not particularly deep Susquehanna River before arriving at today’s final destination of West Chester PA.

If you are ever in West Chester, you should consider staying at the Brinton Inn and Suites as it is fairly informal. Dawn, who claims to be the only current employee, greeted us wearing a mask that said, and I quote “This mask is bullsh*t” and wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with a picture of Bill and Hillary smiling with the tag line, and again I quote “Clintons: we can’t all commit suicide”. Needless to say, we felt right at home although it was several minutes before I hung my mask off my ear. We were provided an actual key to the room – I feel young again staying here. The room has a nice patio that I’m sitting at as I write.

Despite all the milestones, and getting the same waitress two days in a row and three pieces of bacon at our Perkins breakfast, the highlight of the day was our visit to Longwood Gardens. The goods: beauty around every bend. The bads: now my sunburn has sunburn.

My biggest takeaway from our visit is that it’s good to rich as Longwood Gardens started out as a hobby for Pierre Du Pont. Now, because he found out about a farm with rare trees was going to razed, we have access to an amazing garden at merely high and un-discounted prices.

Tomorrow on to New York. We’ll try to sneak in so they don’t stop us at the border.

The odds of spending nights in our car got worse today: the Airbnb near Acadia National Park texted and said due to a family emergency it will be difficult to honor our reservation. We surveyed our options and found only one other, texted her back we’re going to switch and she said don’t be hasty as she is working her extensive friend network (my paraphrase) so I have no idea what she means or what will happen but tomorrow is another day and the reservation is for next week so I’m hoping the fact that I got three pieces of bacon instead of two at breakfast this morning means I won’t have to sleep in the car. You should see how I pick horses at the race track!

Unanswerable Questions: Why in Pennsylvania is it not enough that a restaurant sells food, why does the patron have to order food when ordering an adult beverage? Does the virus make that distinction between restaurants and bars? Unanswering for a friend.

I’m stuck with this selfie since I forgot everything I ever knew about selfies when I took the first one so MBH is a teeny tiny bit peeved with me. Don’t worry, we’re both used to that.
May the bird of paradise make a nest in your bippee.
I give you the Italianate Water Garden. And by give I mean show a picture that FB probably has stolen the rights to since I foolishly posted it there.
Who doesn’t love looking at Orchids? Taking care of, now that’s a different story
Vacation in the time of Coronavirus. Since restaurants make such a big deal about disinfecting their seats, I figured I should protect mine while walking around.
There were a lot of flowers, I mean a lot. I will be posting flower pictures for years to come from this visit, but I won’t bore you now.
View from the hotel patio.if you  👀 closely, you can see the hummingbirds. I don’t think the rabbit had showed up yet

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RTAWE – The Civil War Strikes Back

Today was so super colossal it gets its own title. And we all know how sequels turn out.

Ok, enough fun and on to the dreary slog through one of my interminable vacation post.

Today we visited the Gettysburg National Military Park which pretty much surrounds and penetrates the town of Gettysburg. We started by walking a couple of miles near the (closed) visitor center which pretty much covered the union lines on Cemetery Ridge. Then we got in the car and drove the 16 stop auto tour which was many miles long – I couldn’t find out how long but let’s just say the first place we looked for afterwards was a gas station. At most stops we (and by we I mean me as the better half was more judicious) got out and clambered around. The battle itself took 3 days and was a sprawling affair.

I have noticed that children never walk when they can run or one of their parents want them to, so in an effort to be younger I ran to catch up to MBH or when she remained behind in the car and I got out. It was time effective but I did get some looks.

There are 1320 stone monuments of various sizes that mark the location of every unit on a given day as well as every event that happened plus some for leaders who did important things (including dying) plus this, that and the other thing. Apparently in the 1880s the idea was to provide a way for future generations to understand the battle. I admit at first I thought they got more than a bit carried away with stone markers literally everywhere but one I read the sign that explained the intent I understood even if the result is a little crazy. Ok, more than a little.

The big monuments did come in handy because they helped you see the scale of the battle. For instance when you are standing where the Confederates started Pickets Charge and you can see the largest Union Monuments on Cemetary Ridge you just shake your head and wonder.

There are also a lot of cannons, I mean a lot of cannons, but they were helpful because they oriented you to how the lines faced.

After a very late lunch we visited the Eisenhower National Historic Site but we could only walk around as every building is closed. The joys of a vacation in the time of COVID.

Monuments and fields as far as the eye can see.
We found a couple of my ancestors in this list of Union soldiers, one a mountain man and the other Jewish.
Ok men, the plan is we are going to advance all the way across this open field under cannon and rifle fire and then bayonet everybody over there.
Hangin with Abe. Now I just need to write as briefly
Monuments to the left of me, monuments to right, stuck on Cemetery Ridge with you.
Yes, I checked it wasn’t loaded before standing there.
Selfie on Little Round Top.
You could actually go up a staircase and get out on the balcony of that moniment.
Portrait of the artist as an old man.
I’m on top of the world! In the Devils Den.

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RTAWE – Day 2

We drove the length and breadth of West Virginia, crossed the eastern Continental Divide, threaded our way through the needle that is Northern Maryland, and drove the entire length of I-68 before arriving starving and exhausted in Gettysburg Pennsylvania, just like Lee and the Army of Northern Virginia. After six states in two days we won’t budge from this one for two days.

We were in the Mountains of Maryland, which having spent all my prior time in southern Maryland made as much sense to me as the Pyramids of Mars until I saw them. Who knew?

The obligatory selfie at a scenic overlook in Maryland. I just got my second post shutdown haircut (third if you count when I took kids scissors to my bangs) so I’m back to the Roman Emperor look. My better half is, as always, my better half including in the looks department.
Sign, sign 
Everywhere a sign 
Blockin’ out the scenery 
Breakin’ my mind 
Do this, don’t do that 
Can’t you read the sign?
Okay, which is it? A true sign of the times.

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The Inaugural Day of the Road Trip Almost Without End (RTAWE)

I have set two goals for our Road Trip Almost Without End: don’t spend a night sleeping in the car, and have 10 minutes a day that are pleasant. They don’t have to be consecutive.

We did stumble right out of the gate as I reserved a tasting at Bulleit distillery and a tour and tasting at Barrel House Distillery and making careful use of the map app to determine driving times and with allowances for lunch and potty breaks picked when to leave our house in the morning and the times for the appointments. Apparently my mastery of addition is not as firm as I thought since we discovered when we pulled away from lunch we would be arriving half an hour late. Oops. They could squeeze us in an hour and a half later, but we canceled to make the other tour. I shouldn’t have to make such hard decisions on vacation.

My addition was not completely off so we were able to arrive well before the second tour time and spent many pleasant minutes in Lexington’s distillery district. One goal down.

When we checked into our nearly deserted hotel we discovered that the A/C in our room didn’t actually cool. The front desk suggested we unplug the unit and press the reset button on the plug. That didn’t work the first or second time we tried it, so they moved us to another room which we could tell as soon as we opened the door had a functioning A/C. Whew. We just felt bad that we had made the old room unclean. Still, both goals achieved!

At this point I’m happy because we’ve set a pretty low bar for the trip.

On the other hand, tomorrow is just a long drive through West Virginia. Pretty scenery will have to suffice.

They cook the grains for the Bourbon in the vat on the right, the still is on the left, the distiller and the bucket he collects the distillate in is in the center. The desperado look is all COVID since he also gives the tours and that’s his mask. Very high tech operation.
After fermentation is done the leftover grain is picked up by a cattle rancher. So you really should enjoy your bourbon with a nice steak or prime rib to get the full effect.
Paperwork and bureaucracy are the bane of all our existences, even a craft distillers. (I’d say they are a mom and pop operation but the two people that run the place are too young to be anybody’s parents.). They write everything down and keep track of almost everything. But not necessarily everything, as Andrew mentioned they have to report everything to the government that goes into the cooking vat, including the drops of corn declumper, but not if it gets added to the fermentation vat. Nobody asked what that might be. Somethings are just best not to know, especially if you are going to go taste them in a few minutes.
This is my kind of sign asking you to do what you already know you should. As seen at The Break Room where we enjoyed a light dinner of giant pizza slices.

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Day Zero, Hour Zeroish

On the road again, just can’t wait to get on the road again.

The more I travel, the less I pack. Clothes, toiletries, coffee, detergent. Nothing but the staples. One detergent pod is worth ten pounds of clothes, so now I take a credit card, a little cash, a few clothes, and a bunch of detergent pods. Given the terrible division in America, we have to take both coffee pods and ground coffee. Hope for the best, plan for the worst, calculate pods vs. ground carefully.

Tomorrow Kentucky, so sorry but no pretty photos.

Don’t forget, the secret to happiness is low expectations, so don’t overthink it, underthink it.

What, me worry?

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