Yes, I know the expectations are sky high and everyone expects me to post about the awesome weekend I had over at Raysh’s (I mean, it’s not like it was a honeymoon, you know!). But what can I say here that has not been said before? How do I keep it from being intensely personal, something I have tried to refrain from doing on this public space?
Everyone knows how much I adore and respect her. I believe the feeling is mutual. And hopefully it now extends to SEV too, whom I nagged and coerced into coming along.
The 3 days I stayed there just flew by in a whirlwind of mountains, lakes, hiking trails, forests and good conversation. I had the most amazing mozzarella sandwich on the way back (after which we saw the bear cub).
It was a fabulous weekend. I am glad I found such wonderful friends in her and Vin. I am definitely hoping they will visit me soon enough!
I do not really want to say anything else. I hope you guys understand.
P.S: .. and the next weekend is nearly here already! 🙂
I just got back from a 2 day road trip and man, does it feel amazing!
I love driving. And driving on the interstate at 70 80 mph is a feeling I don’t think I can get anywhere else. It’s a feeling of calm and a rush of adrenaline both at the same time. It’s exhilarating.
The thing about the US is that they have these amazing resources, and they have maintained them exceedingly well. All through the trip I couldn’t help thinking how beautiful Connecticut is, and how gorgeous it would look in the fall. I couldn’t help admiring the spectacular view of the Manhattan skyline from the George Washington Bridge (the bridge is so congested you can actually take a few minutes off to sight-see). I couldn’t help gazing in wonder at the incredible view all along Rhode Island and Massachusetts.
Also, they have rest stops every few miles, so that even if you miss one the next one isn’t too far away. You wouldn’t believe how cramped your legs and back can get if you don’t rest every couple of hours. I tried it on the return trip and I paid for it dearly. Also, NEVER trust the GPS. Stupid thing is so stubborn, it won’t listen to me even though I’m telling it that I see signs that tell me to take a simpler, less congested route. But no, I’m in love with the blasted GWB, I have sworn to make you rot in hell and you will take the bleddy route I ask you to take. And I’m the king of the world.
Anyhoo, I also saw some horrible accidents on the way. One actually had traffic held up for 15 miles along the interstate. I actually felt like rolling down my window and sticking my thumb out at the people waiting in the jam and wiggling it to the tune of na-nana-naa-na. Ha. Evil me.
Also, the amount of roadkill that happens on these roads is unbelievable. The sheer number of animal carcasses I saw is mind-boggling. Shouldn’t they do something about it? But I guess they can’t cage or curb them because most of them come wandering from nearby natural preserves. Yet, one’s heart goes out to them.
All in all, a wonderful trip and I can’t wait to get back on the road again. Texas, here I come!