Though we originally planned to leave early on Tuesday, there was enough packing left to keep us busy until about four. I don't think you could fit more in that trailer if you had a trash compactor. We grabbed a final slice for the road and headed for Cleveland, making it to the GWB just in time for rush hour.
Somewhere around the Poconos, just a hair after ten, the gas light came on. The first gas station accepted my credit card, but only pumped a grand total of forty cents' worth. The girl behind the register did her best to pretend she couldn't hear us and kept counting out. We headed down the road, now "concerned".
The TomTom found a 24-hour gas station called Sheetz (as in "three sheets to the wind"??? Inappropriate!) about ten miles away and we refueled the tank, as well as our flagging confidence that we would one day arrive in Sacramento. Beef Jerky (Mesquite flavored), cold medicine and coffee were also in order. Right, the cold medicine. So, either saddle fatigue has nasal congestant symptoms, or I've got a cold. Whatever. I'm going to starve it for attention and see if that works.
We reached the Motel 6 outside Cleveland around 4:30AM and had gins all around (not my idea). The room is strangely huge, maybe because it's on the corner). This morning, I learned from CNN that it is National Stay At Home Week. Seriously. Man, could we have planned this better?? I guess we'll call it a wash since I skipped all those National Drive Across The Country Weeks.
Today, we hit the Rock and Roll History Museum (future home of Bino's sunglasses), then drive to Chicago.
New pictures in the album!
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