Downhill for 100 miles
Did you know that you can essentially plan on coasting the entire way from State College to Lancaster because it’s like 99% downhill? I do, because I just returned from a weekend at home with Kate.
The reason?
Clarion’s Autumn Leaf Festival 2009, of course.
“Why go home for such a thing,” you are no doubt wondering. Well, my sister was crowned Miss Teen ALF and, despite the fact that she wore her crown the entire time we were home, we needed to see the spectacle of her in the Saturday parade.
Squint hard, you can see her throwing candy off the back of a Sebring.
My mom – infinitely wise – reserved seats in the front row and brought along daiquiris.
No idea why we never thought of this in high school.
And speaking of drinking, the drive home also afforded us a chance to hang out with both Dusty and Hoover. We went to Cozumel (in the Quality Inn) and saw Zombieland (during which the line “thank god for rednecks” got a round of applause from the locals.) It was stupendous, but not as much so as Dusty’s massive margarita:
