I know you’ve been dying to hear all about our roadtrip to Vermont. (Haven’t you? Wait, don’t answer that.) Here are the high points.
We were in Harrisburg, PA on Saturday, where I attended my cousin Nikki’s wedding. Saturday evening, friends rolled through town to offload our Middle Son, who had been with them on Cape Cod during the previous week. Sunday morning, our family reunited, we piled in the Suburban and set off to head north.
The best way to get to Vermont from Pennsylvania is to take Interstate 81 north, through and beyond beautiful Scranton, PA. Unless, of course, you are averse to scenes like this one:
We bravely got through three separate delays and only had to stop once. On the contrary, and quite happily, we made great time through New York, stopping somewhere off of Interstate 88 at a Wal-Mart because Middle Son had LEFT BOTH PAIRS OF SHOES in our friends’ car, a detail he did not confess until we were well on our way. So, we figured, where better to buy finer footwear than Wal-Mart:
He chose a pair of sneakers, then tried them on for size:
Meanwhile, Curt, who is generally anti-Wal-Mart, made an amazing, possibly life-changing discovery:
This is not the case in Maryland, or Pennsylvania. Curt selected a little something to enjoy at the end of our trip, and we took that, Middle Son’s shoes, and hit the road again.
We exited I-87 at Lake George, NY, that ticky-tacky tourist trap at the southern end of the lovely Adirondacks. From there, for maybe the next 40 miles of two-lane road, this was our view:
We shed a little tear (of joy) when we finally parted ways with the CruiseAmerica RV and descended upon my sister’s home, where we hung out until we reversed the roadtrip on Wednesday.
See how exciting this is??
COME BACK FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT, wherein I will share a little bit about our time in Middlebury and Burlington, Vermont.