There is only so much one can say about the deadening effect of travelling along the Interstates. It has all been said before and rather than waste space with the universal rant on how deadening it is let me say that except for the hail storm between Cleveland and the Ohio border, the first leg of the trip went of without a problem.
A nice takeaway meal from the Sheetz in Breezewood so that with air from the over filled, crowded restrooms didn’t dull the tastes of the sandwiches, or the fight for tables with those who ordered chilli fries that shouldn’t have.
We went to watch the sun set nearly alone at a picnic bench at the last layby in Pennsylvania away from those wanting to use the facilities until it seemed that the Saturn hinted at safe zone and people parked around it like the pioneers circling their covered wagons to fend off the unknown.
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