Around 11am on Friday (moving day), Andy said, “God, we’ll be lucky to get out of here by four!”
We left at 5. With a seven-hour drive ahead of us.
It was a beautiful last trip across the Verrazano Bridge. Because only a crazy person would attempt to go through Manhattan on a Friday evening to one of the tunnels. So we stayed south and crossed Staten Island instead–it was slow, of course, but actually not nearly as bad as it could have been.
We stopped in rural New Jersey for a hearty dinner, and pushed on through. It got late and we got tired, and we knew we couldn’t make it all the way. So we stopped in Northern Virginia, about two hours north of our destination. It was beautiful to get a good night’s rest.
Having an extra day meant that we had time for a detour through Shenandoah National Park. A couple years ago we got one of those national park passes, and we were excited to get another stamp. 🙂 We drove for about 30 miles down Skyline Drive and enjoyed the greenery.
We spent the rest of the weekend with Andy’s parents, resting and relaxing.
We left on a beautiful day and drove through green wooded hills in Virginia and on to West Virginia.
There really isn’t much to West Virginia, but at least there are trees! (I suppose those could be in danger with continued mountaintop coal mining…)
On into Ohio, where we saw the first of a million bajillion corn fields, and also the only rain we saw the entire trip. This did not surprise me, because when I drove through Ohio on my previous cross-country road trip, it rained so hard that I actually had to pull over on the freeway because I couldn’t see. This storm wasn’t nearly that bad, happily.
By the time we arrived in Dayton, the weather had improved. We found a local pizza place, South Park Tavern, for dinner.
And of course I needed dessert, and a waffle cone of Buckeye Blitz really hit the spot!