Sometimes I’d Like To Be Suprised…
Departing this afternoon was very nearly the stupidest idea I’ve ever embarked upon. When I parked my car six hours later, it looked as if I had driven Klaus into the murkiest part of a secluded swamp. I wonder what the Eastern Shore drivers thought had happened to this speeding silver VW? Why was this the case? Well, the first two hours of my trip looked something like this:
That’s right, a fucking blizzard. It cleared by Altoona, but spending an extra half hour trying to get to I-80 because I couldn’t make it up the last hill before the main road really set the tone for this entire journey.