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Oh My, the Holidays!

The traditional trek. E and I skipped a day of school and drove from Virginia to Boston yesterday. 535 miles with one stop. 9.5 hours, one of my best times ever. In spite of the holiday, we encountered few traffic issues until the last 100 miles. In New England, that's pretty unusual. As a result, we were able to get through Boston before rush hour traffic started. We heard later the city was grid-locked since the tunnels are still messed up. No wrong turns on this trip. Stopped at the correct McD's in NY.



There was so little traffic and on 5 hours of sleep, I kept finding myself in danger of falling asleep at the wheel in the first 3 hours of the trip (which began promptly at 6 am). But eventually, as the traffic increased, my adrenaline kicked in and I found my long distance driving groove. E, meanwhile, worked her way through dvd's in the back on a portable player. Oh the wonders of modern technology. While I am sad that my child is not experiencing the joys of playing the license plate game or counting cows for pennies, I am equally relieved not to hear constant choruses of 'are we there yet?' She only asked twice. And she was great company in the city driving during the last half hour.

As children we used to chant 'How-ward John-son's, How-ward John-son's' from the back seat whenever a sign for one (umpteen miles away) appeared on a large billboard. As a rule, we were ignored. My family stopped only for gas and we usually had a full cooler of sandwiches. One learned to pee on demand every 240 miles or so (8 gallon tank, 30mpg, VW bus). Frankly, I think the only reason we EVER stopped at a Howard Johnson's (or Stuckey's) was for Dad's favorite food, ice cream. And now that I'm an adult, I find that I continue the not-stopping-for-anything tradition because on these long hauls it adds 1/2 hour every time you stop. And E seems to have inherited the ability to wait. (She practices by not using the school bathrooms, I think.)

Speaking of chanting and children, big sister just walked in. We're off for our visit to the penguins at the aquarium today. E sort of zips through the place still and then wants to shop in the store. But hey, it's her trip. She's the one who intends to be a penguin doctor. As a way of financing her future career as the owner of a summer camp.

So with the babble, all creative thought has flown the coop. Which reminds me, I miss the chickens already.

Frog Out

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sallytuppence
Nov. 22nd, 2006 03:40 pm (UTC)
Sounds like a good trip! You went up 95, I'm guessing? Right through my hometown, Old Lyme Connecticut. Used to be a great view from the bridge where 95 crosses the Connecticut River, but they've put up barriers to deter gazing at the Long Island Sound while driving.

Happy Thanksgiving!
birdhousefrog
Nov. 22nd, 2006 04:35 pm (UTC)
Happy Thanksgiving right back at you.

We go that way to go to my in-laws in Rhode Island on the shore and once we went off the main road into Old Lyme and along the shore from there into Westerly. We're much too far west now for 95 to make sense. My folks come up 95 from DC itself and then they go up to the Merritt Parkway from NYC.

If I had been driving 95, I sure wouldn't have been in danger of falling asleep! The report from my folks was that traffic moved at 80mph (and they, in their 80's, go right with it). I drive up back roads to 81 to Scranton and pick up the start of 84 and take it all the way to Sturbridge and then 90 into Boston. My sister lives on the north side on the shore so you go all the way in and then back out by the airport.

Oz
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