Newark, Del.

Earl and I had planned to go to Buffalo this weekend to enjoy hanging out with our friends and going to bear night. We looked at the weather forecast for the weekend and noticed that not surprisingly, Buffalo was going to have similar weather to what was forecasted for us: windy, rainy and a high in the mid 50s.

Southward looked much better.

We had such a good time last weekend escaping life with just the two of us that we decided to reprise the experience this weekend. So we canceled our plans to go to Buffalo and jumped in the Jeep and headed south. We are spending the night in Newark, Delaware. It’s not our final destination.

Most couples understand the need to get away from it all. Earl and I enjoy each other’s company and actually look forward to “we” time. We’ll make it to Buffalo to see our friends soon. But for now we just want to do a little exploring together.

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Passenger.




New Sunglasses.

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Earl and I drove home from West Virginia today. There’s nothing like a spontaneous weekend trip to get the blood moving and to clear the cobwebs out of the head. I tried something a little different when it comes to our road trip adventures today.

I rode the entire trip home as a passenger.

When Earl and I travel, I usually take the helm and he acts as co-pilot. His role is very important as he provides witty dialogue, a much needed neck rub after several hours of travel or a joyous symphony of snoring while he naps and I keep my eyes glued on the road.

Today we reversed roles and he drove while I snored. Actually, I only snored through Scranton, Pa. And everyone snores through Scranton. What else is there to do?

I think I’ve been the designated driver of the family (of my own volition) for all these years because I’m a control freak. Earl and I approach driving differently. He has a casual approach, using one hand on the wheel and only signaling to change lanes when there’s a driver close by that will actually notice the turn signal. Me? I’m the world’s best driver (if I do say so myself), obeying all rules of the road except for the maximum speed limit. I set my own when the speed limit is as high as it’s going to get. But I usually only do that in New York, now that I think about it, because I kind of think that 55 on these rural stretches of two-lane roads is dumb. So I usually do 70.

Nevertheless, Earl was the designated driver today, allowing me to see sights that I haven’t noticed as a driver. For example, the drive on I-81 between Harrisburg and Hazleton is quite high up and quite beautiful. Usually I only notice the potholes.

I think I’m going to try being a passenger more often.

Martinsburg, W. Va.

Earl and I settled in Martinsburg, W. Va. for the night after driving almost seven hours to get here. All in the search for sunshine. We drove through the quaint little downtown area which seemed quite nice but was rather deserted. We also drove to the next city down Interstate 81, Winchester, Va., to see what was going on there. Winchester had a nice downtown area as well, but again, they seemed to roll the streets up quite early on a Saturday night. So we headed back to Martinsburg.

The retail district of Martinsburg is quite busy for a town this size. There’s a number of chain restaurants, a mall and the obligatory collection of big box stores. I think development has beat infrastructure in the race for readiness, because there’s quite a few traffic jams in this area on a Saturday night, but it’s all good.

We ended up eating at a Texas Roadhouse. The wait was over an hour so we bellied up to the bar for a couple of beers. It’s a good way to get a feel for the locals and Earl and I were chatting with the bartender and a couple of people at the bar in no time. Everyone was quite friendly. One thing I like about here is that the pace is seemingly ramped back a notch or two but not slowed down to a crawl that has you beating your head against the wall in frustration.

After an hour or so we were finally seated and enjoying unlimited ribs. I wish we could say that we didn’t go crazy, trying to be healthy and all, but this was our one splurgefest of the week. We kept it reasonable.

When we got done with supper we realized it was too late for a movie, so we went back to the hotel to freshen up a little bit. Having several beers in me from bellying up to the bar, I instantly fell asleep.

Earl is so patient with his lightweight lover.

Tomorrow we head back home. In the future when we reminisce about this weekend, Martinsburg, W. Va. will bring a smile to our faces.

Spontaneity.

Earl and I jumped in the Jeep and decided that we need to see some sun and ground that wasn’t covered in snow. We took a gander at the weather websites and logically decided that we needed to head south.

We’ve set up shop for the night in a Hampton Inn. We are in Martinsburg, West Virginia.

Neither of us has ever been here before. But it’s considerably warmer than it was at home, the sky is full of sunshine, even a little after 5 p.m. and there’s a definite feeling of spring in the air here.

We have no idea what we are doing tonight. But we’ll have fun doing it.

18 States. No repeats.

Earl and I have finalized our plans for the grand Jeep tour in May. We are passing through 18 different states, not including the “repeats” on the way home.

In 13 days.

Earl says that’s just sick, but he’s really looking forward to the trip. For the curious, here’s the states we’ll be in, in order of appearance: N. Y., Pa., Ohio, Ind., Ill., Mo., Kans., Okla., Tex., N. M., Ariz., Utah, Colo., Wyo., Mont., S. D., Minn. and Wis.

The trip is a little over two months away, but I’m already counting down the days.

Philadelphia Freedom.




Central Phila.

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Earl and I have spent a wonderful weekend in the greater Philadelphia area. Last night we went to the Philadelphia Wings lacrosse game (they didn’t do as well as we’d like) and enjoyed the amenities of the “Victor’s Lounge” with Earl’s brother Dave and his friend John. The Wings didn’t win but the buffet and the whole lacrosse fan experience made up for it.

Today we kicked off the morning by stopping in to see Earl’s dad and his stepmother. Then we met up with Rick and Helen and headed for Atlantic City, where I quickly lost my shirt but Earl won a good chunk of change at three-card poker. He made up for everything I lost, everything we tapped the ATM for to play and then doubled it all! A good way to enjoy his birthday weekend (his birthday is tomorrow).

Tomorrow we are going to get up early and take the long way home. I wonder how many states we’ll pass through. 🙂

Juice.

Earl and I are in our hotel room in Bucks County, Pa., just back from the Philadelphia Wings lacrosse game. Like a true married couple, we don’t have plans to go into center city tonight to hit the clubs or anything, we are sitting around in our jammies catching up on e-mail and ready to call it a night.

I wanted to share pictures from tonight’s game but I discovered that the batteries in my camera are dead, so I was unable to take any photos. A stop for AA batteries is in order for tomorrow! I want to have the camera ready for when we hit the jackpot at one of the Atlantic City casinos tomorrow.

Jock.

Earl and I are meeting up with his brother and going to a Philadelphia Wings game tonight in, well, Philadelphia. It’s only the second lacrosse game I’ll have ever attended in my life. I’m thinking it’s going to be a good time.

The Molson Canadians I’ve already had tonight certainly won’t hurt matters much.

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You Are Here.

Today while Earl and I were driving to his home turf outside of Philadelphia, I let him do the driving so I could play around with the GPS program on my PowerBook. I haven’t played around with this as much as I’d like to, but inspired by yesterday’s speed boost of my computer, I thought I’d give it another whirl and see what I could find out about our surroundings.

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For example, just south of Binghamton, N.Y., the New York-Pennsylvania state line is very, very close to the 42nd parallel. It’s literally inches from it. I’m wondering if the signs are actually off a little bit and when the state borders were negotiated if it really does follow the 42nd parallel.

I also found out that the “mountainous” area in New York’s Southern Tier isn’t really that mountainous at all but rather just a bunch of precocious hills, with the highest point on I-81 between Syracuse and Binghamton clocking in at around 1300 feet.

I’m looking forward to doing more of this investigative work as we get into traveling season this spring. I’m also going to have to look into this activity called geocaching. It sounds quite interesting.

Refresh.

“If we took a holiday…”

Earl and I are taking the day off from work and heading off to Albany this afternoon to do some shopping and hanging out in the city. “Yay to the tax return”, that’s my motto today!

When Earl takes a day off from work, he actually takes off the afternoon, so I’m going to do shopping warm ups to pick up his birthday gift and card as his birthday is Monday. I have no idea what I’m going to get him. I’m hoping for some inspiration once I walk around the mall a little bit.