On the drive home I was trying to find a central theme that relates each place to the next, but I failed at doing that. This trip was a patchwork of places. Dan and I explored little roads in little places and drove hard against big roads in big states. So, this is more of a travelogue of cool places to see. It’s a formula for having a nice roadtrip.
Wednesday morning at around 10am we headed out towards Philly. We took the Merrit Parway, which is the oldest freeway in the world and inspired the autobauhn. (Dan is always telling me things like this, which I’d never know otherwise.) That turned into the Hutchinson, which we took the cross-county parkway and onto the 9. We got through NYC and headed over the GW Bridge. From there, we took the New Jersey turnpike towards Philly, except that I got us lost, so we took some back roads.
Once we got into Philly, we saw Independence Hall, which was surrounded by a Freedom Fence and park rangers with holsters. We saw a couple other old buildings, but I can’t remember what they were. Since Father’s Day was the following Sunday, we sat on a bench and wrote postcards for our dads. We didn’t stay downtown long, since we had tickets for the Phillies. I had put a few beers in the cooler for pre-game tailgating, so we drank those and talked to an old dude who was a Mets fan. We stood behind home base eating a Philly Cheeese Steak during batting practice. We could have stood there the whole game if we wanted to because that is how the stadium is set up. Still, we had a good view from our kinda cheap seats. Partway through the game it started raining, but we waited it out. The Phillies were getting killed, so we left in the 7th to see the Pine Leaf Boys and meet up with Rivka.
We caught a couple of songs and drank a few Yuengling’s, since that’s what everyone else was drinking. Thursday morning Rivka went up towards Asheville, but Dan and I stayed along the coast. In Delaware, we stopped in Bethany Beach to jump in the ocean and bodysurf. The waves were just big enough to catch. I got sand in my baithing suit. I thought about putting some sand in Dan’s but remembered that he has bigger hands and can put a lot more sand in my suit. As it turns out, Dan’s grandfather was on a ship that hit a mine 20 miles off the coast of where we stopped.
Dan says that in order to have been in a place, you have to stay the night, have a beer, or have sex. We had a beer and some soft shelled crab in Delaware, so we can say we’ve been there. From there we drove though Ocean City, where I hit a bump that knocked the passenger side window off it’s track. We drove through Maryland and into Virginia, then over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel and into North Carolina. The bridge is 30 miles long in total, but includes two tunnels which are each a mile long.
We stopped in Kitty Hawk for the night and got beer from a Brew-Thru, which is a drive-through beer store. From there, we went to McDonalds and back to our hotel. Finally, we were officially in North Carolina. The next day we got the car window taped closed and were on our way. We drove past the mound of sand where the Wright brothers took off. I tried to get a picture, but we went by it too fast. Before leaving the Outer Banks, we stopped just to look at the ocean. So, 45 min later we changed out of our swimsuits and were back on the road.
We headed out on Rt. 64 and started our search for genuine North Carolina BBQ. We found exactly what we were looking for at Shaws BBQ House. They had all sorts of interesting items, like kudzu jelly. Shortly thereafter we were on the 95, which brought us into South Carolina. We stopped at South of the Border to fuel up.
Our final stop before getting to Savannah we stopped at Colleton State Park. I found it on my favorite website (swimmingholes.info). We managed to get there just as the sun was settting and just wandered around enjoying it. Dan had a cigarette and we got back on the road.
We headed into Savaannah, and I got us lost again, but we found the Days Inn on Mall Blvd. So, we officially made it Georgia. Dan and I finished our beers and took a shower. There was no water pressure, and we had to fill the ice bucket with warm water and dump it on our heads to get the shampoo out. I told Dan that’s what you expect when the folks arranging the hotel were stationed in Iraq and Afghanistan. We caught up with the wedding party at Churhills, which is a bar downtown. The next day we cruised the city and had Mimosa’s and black-eyed peas sandwiches at B. Matthhews, which is an alcohol-serving bakery. Rivka and I got to talk a bit. Rachel met us after her hair was done and it was fun catching up with them. They are two of the craziest and nicest people I know. Rachel joined the army after 9/11 and since then she has been a paramedic in Iraq and Afghanistan. Will was her helicopter piolot.
I went to the mall (on Mall Blvd) because I still didn’t have anything to wear to the wedding. The reception was at the Gingerbread House, which is totally georgeous on the outside and inside. The bartender made me a Mint Julep, which I’d never had before. The food was incredible. The best part was the Elvis Impersonator.
Afterwards we went on a haunted bar crawl. For $10 a tour guide takes you from bar to bar telling ghost stories. You can get booze in a plastic cup and bring it to the next place. Many of the bars in Savannah were hotels or public houses for a long while, so there’s enough history to make is fun, but not really spooky. Rivka and I got a little time to talk, which is more than I had hoped for. I knew it would be a short and busy stay, since she had other family commitments.
From the bar crawl we went to a diner where we has ridiculous amounts of greasy Southern Food. The next day we left at 11 and drove. Even that part was fun, we ate (at BoJangles) and drove. We took the 95 most of the way back and landed in Boston at 4 am.
Wednesday morning at around 10am we headed out towards Philly. We took the Merrit Parway, which is the oldest freeway in the world and inspired the autobauhn. (Dan is always telling me things like this, which I’d never know otherwise.) That turned into the Hutchinson, which we took the cross-county parkway and onto the 9. We got through NYC and headed over the GW Bridge. From there, we took the New Jersey turnpike towards Philly, except that I got us lost, so we took some back roads.
Once we got into Philly, we saw Independence Hall, which was surrounded by a Freedom Fence and park rangers with holsters. We saw a couple other old buildings, but I can’t remember what they were. Since Father’s Day was the following Sunday, we sat on a bench and wrote postcards for our dads. We didn’t stay downtown long, since we had tickets for the Phillies. I had put a few beers in the cooler for pre-game tailgating, so we drank those and talked to an old dude who was a Mets fan. We stood behind home base eating a Philly Cheeese Steak during batting practice. We could have stood there the whole game if we wanted to because that is how the stadium is set up. Still, we had a good view from our kinda cheap seats. Partway through the game it started raining, but we waited it out. The Phillies were getting killed, so we left in the 7th to see the Pine Leaf Boys and meet up with Rivka.
We caught a couple of songs and drank a few Yuengling’s, since that’s what everyone else was drinking. Thursday morning Rivka went up towards Asheville, but Dan and I stayed along the coast. In Delaware, we stopped in Bethany Beach to jump in the ocean and bodysurf. The waves were just big enough to catch. I got sand in my baithing suit. I thought about putting some sand in Dan’s but remembered that he has bigger hands and can put a lot more sand in my suit. As it turns out, Dan’s grandfather was on a ship that hit a mine 20 miles off the coast of where we stopped.
Dan says that in order to have been in a place, you have to stay the night, have a beer, or have sex. We had a beer and some soft shelled crab in Delaware, so we can say we’ve been there. From there we drove though Ocean City, where I hit a bump that knocked the passenger side window off it’s track. We drove through Maryland and into Virginia, then over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel and into North Carolina. The bridge is 30 miles long in total, but includes two tunnels which are each a mile long.
We stopped in Kitty Hawk for the night and got beer from a Brew-Thru, which is a drive-through beer store. From there, we went to McDonalds and back to our hotel. Finally, we were officially in North Carolina. The next day we got the car window taped closed and were on our way. We drove past the mound of sand where the Wright brothers took off. I tried to get a picture, but we went by it too fast. Before leaving the Outer Banks, we stopped just to look at the ocean. So, 45 min later we changed out of our swimsuits and were back on the road.
We headed out on Rt. 64 and started our search for genuine North Carolina BBQ. We found exactly what we were looking for at Shaws BBQ House. They had all sorts of interesting items, like kudzu jelly. Shortly thereafter we were on the 95, which brought us into South Carolina. We stopped at South of the Border to fuel up.
Our final stop before getting to Savannah we stopped at Colleton State Park. I found it on my favorite website (swimmingholes.info). We managed to get there just as the sun was settting and just wandered around enjoying it. Dan had a cigarette and we got back on the road.
We headed into Savaannah, and I got us lost again, but we found the Days Inn on Mall Blvd. So, we officially made it Georgia. Dan and I finished our beers and took a shower. There was no water pressure, and we had to fill the ice bucket with warm water and dump it on our heads to get the shampoo out. I told Dan that’s what you expect when the folks arranging the hotel were stationed in Iraq and Afghanistan. We caught up with the wedding party at Churhills, which is a bar downtown. The next day we cruised the city and had Mimosa’s and black-eyed peas sandwiches at B. Matthhews, which is an alcohol-serving bakery. Rivka and I got to talk a bit. Rachel met us after her hair was done and it was fun catching up with them. They are two of the craziest and nicest people I know. Rachel joined the army after 9/11 and since then she has been a paramedic in Iraq and Afghanistan. Will was her helicopter piolot.
I went to the mall (on Mall Blvd) because I still didn’t have anything to wear to the wedding. The reception was at the Gingerbread House, which is totally georgeous on the outside and inside. The bartender made me a Mint Julep, which I’d never had before. The food was incredible. The best part was the Elvis Impersonator.
Afterwards we went on a haunted bar crawl. For $10 a tour guide takes you from bar to bar telling ghost stories. You can get booze in a plastic cup and bring it to the next place. Many of the bars in Savannah were hotels or public houses for a long while, so there’s enough history to make is fun, but not really spooky. Rivka and I got a little time to talk, which is more than I had hoped for. I knew it would be a short and busy stay, since she had other family commitments.
From the bar crawl we went to a diner where we has ridiculous amounts of greasy Southern Food. The next day we left at 11 and drove. Even that part was fun, we ate (at BoJangles) and drove. We took the 95 most of the way back and landed in Boston at 4 am.
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