I-90

Well, drove from Wabasha, MN to the first Pennsylvania exit off of I-90 before I finally gave in to the sandman. Its important to know one’s limitations. Knowing when one is too tired to drive is a delicate thing. After many thousands of road trip miles I have learned the subtle warning signs. For example, when I begin reading highway signs out loud, I have a few hours of driving muscle left. Once I begin doing it in a British accent, it’s T-minus 59 minutes. When I start scolding myself in the voice of an angry southern motivational speaker (Dammit Ryan! Hands at 10 and 2, watch that semi over there, pay attention man!), that’s what I call my 2 minute warning – if I don’t bring the car to a stop within two minutes, it’ll probably be stopped in two and a half minutes whether I like it or not.

I’m in New England now, the plan is to get to Maine by tomorrow and head south from there. Unfortunately there is not much camping up here (most campgrounds are closed for the season) so I’m trying to speed up a little and get back west before I spend too much on motels.

Note: The photo is in West New York, thats Lake Erie in the back of the vinyard.