Kevin and I were really overwhelmed by so many hours of singing and prayer. We had no GPS signal and it took us a while to wander our way back to the highway and get headed in the right direction.
Awww, travel buddies! It was magical that I got to bring these two people together! Thanks for making my Wilhelm Reich Roadtrip dream come true, you two!
john hands me his giant ring of keys and i'm excited that i get to drive. i'm a little sore from driving the previous day, but the museum is only 10 minutes away. i try to leave the motel by way of a parking lot with no exit. i make one of the many u-turns that we've made on the trip due to not knowing where we're going and phone, map, gps problems. it is both funny and frustrating at the same time. but mostly funny.
i take a deep breath and remind myself "there's no hurry. you're on vacation. there's no rush in getting there, you've got all the time in the world." this seems helpful until i wonder what i'm going to say to myself when i'm not in vacation and i am in a hurry. well, no time for that now.
an older local couple of mainers strolls past looking at us with poker-faced curiosity. i wonder if she can smell john's mary jane and wonder if what she thinks of it if she can. she catches me watching her and i give her a big genuine smile. she has won me over with her new england poker face. she sees my smile is genuine and smiles back. i see her husband notice my smile peripherally but he doesn't turn his eyes or head to investigate further. not out of unfriendliness, more of a no-nonsense hurry to get to the motel office to get some kind of thing squared away.
In the morning I noticed we would be near Portsmouth, NH and I called Katie and asked her if she wanted to join us on our last minute road trip. She said she couldn't and we hung up. Then she called back a few minutes later and was like, "Nah, fuck it. Come get me!" Hahah. Yay! And that's how Kate joined our roadtrip!
I lived about 10 miles outside of this town when I attended Keystone College for my first two years of school before I transferred to Syracuse. Seeing this bridge brings me back to 94-96 in a big way.
...make a new travel buddy! Like this sleepy little abuela who spent most of the bus ride bouncing her tiny snoozing noggin against my shoulder. Haha. Adorable.
...nine-and-a-half hour drive through the desolate and hauntingly lovely pine barrens of Florida! We made it back to my parents place a little before 1am and went right to sleep.
...and then promptly fell asleep. On the road, I kept calling Scott trying to tell him that we were on our way and to wait for us at Tim's dock, but he'd forgotten his phone and Tim's boat, the "SS Farley," sailed across glorious Lake Hopatcong without us. Boooooo!
We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.
Here's the New York Five, coldlamping in front of our pimpin' rented Blazer. From Left: Grant, Dave "Fatty" Fateman, Colin "Big Daddy" Gentle and Frank "Seven Layer" Picarazzi.
