Today’s journey took me from Roanoke, Virginia to Springfield, Massachusetts, a solid stretch of highway, Red Bulls, and questionable playlists.
Unfortunately (again), I saw four deer on the side of the road. πͺ Still no fall colors, though. Not even a hint of orange. Come on, Massachusetts, you had one job! π
I did catch some mountains in North Carolina, which were cool… but let’s be honest, they don’t exactly compete with the Pacific or Canadian Northwest. Those mountains set the bar high, like, “majestic postcard-level” high.
Now, the New York traffic… grrrr. Headed toward the Sawmill Parkway, I discovered that “parkway” apparently means “sit here and wait.” There were actual red lights on it. Red. Lights. On a parkway. Who thought that was a good idea? Then came Connecticut, which was also a nightmare. I do not miss this stuff. π I love visiting New York, but between the traffic, the 25 mph speed limits, and the forest of speed cameras, I half-expected a drone to follow me home with a ticket.
Dinner was at a seafood place where I ordered a lobster boil. It was good, not life-changing, but good. One thing they really got right, I asked for extra garlic, and it looked like I ordered garlic with a side of lobster! I loved it. No vampires are coming near me tonight. Oddly enough, the best lobster I’ve ever had was in… Idaho. (Yes, Idaho. Land of potatoes and surprisingly fantastic crustaceans.) That was during my trip with Ray, right after we had our unfortunate encounter with a deer. After that emotional trauma, a buttery and garlic lobster dinner was the therapy we didn’t know we needed. We rallied the next day and charged on to Seattle and Vancouver, powered by shellfish and adrenaline.
Now I’m back in my hotel, plotting tomorrow’s sightseeing agenda: starting at the Basketball Hall of Fame π, then off to explore New Hampshire’s gorges, waterfalls, and finally the White Mountains and Mount Washington! Should be a great day.
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