Saturday, September 22, 2007
Photo album updated
I just spent my Saturday morning updating our long out-of-date Family Photo Album. So if you want to see more of what we've been up to from, say, November 2006 to September 2007, go to the link to our album on the right.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Way down in Dixie
Just got back from Gatlinburg, Tennessee, where my sister Rebekah and my new brother-in-law Ben got married. It was an outdoor ceremony in Cades Cove, part of the Smoky Mountains National Park.
The views were amazing.
Koby and Gillian had fun exploring.
Boots were worn by many (but not all).
We even made our way to Dollywood the next day, where Koby, Dennis and Grandpa rode the teacups...or as my brother refers to them, the D-cups.
Koby and I rode the flying elephants, which proves my old saying: "Me in Dollywood? Yeah. When elephants fly!"
Mother and her parasol look almost natural in front of Ye Olde Soape Shoppe.
And finally, pancakes were enjoyed by all. Hard to miss them when every third building is a pancake restaurant.
The views were amazing.
Koby and Gillian had fun exploring.
Boots were worn by many (but not all).
We even made our way to Dollywood the next day, where Koby, Dennis and Grandpa rode the teacups...or as my brother refers to them, the D-cups.
Koby and I rode the flying elephants, which proves my old saying: "Me in Dollywood? Yeah. When elephants fly!"
Mother and her parasol look almost natural in front of Ye Olde Soape Shoppe.
And finally, pancakes were enjoyed by all. Hard to miss them when every third building is a pancake restaurant.
Monday, September 03, 2007
End of the road
Dear Readers, we are happy to report that we have safely arrived in Boston after 5 days of driving, 9 stops for diesel, 7 deep-fried meals, 6 wi-fi-stops, 3 buffets, and only 2 truck-scrapes (the second one was a stop sign in the depths of Roslindale).
The last two days did feature a few attractions that we thought we should share. The first was the Flintstone House--a private residence situated on a long, curvy road outside Concord, OH. Hint: Do not attempt the road with anything larger than a 22'. We feel lucky to have escaped unscathed in our 26-footer.
In Austinburg, OH, near the Pennsylvania line, we saw a "Large Rocking Chair."
We made it to Aunt Elsie's by 7:15pm, ate dinner, slept blissfully, knowing that Sunday would be our last day on the road. Rebecca had a hard time releasing her driving grip, however...
On the way down Highway 12 in upstate NY, we toured the new wind farms of Lowville. Apparently all this power makes its way hundreds of miles down to NYC.
Finally, this roadside attraction, while blurry, was one of the BEST ones we saw along the way!
So, we made it. Many thanks to all the friends and family who supported us with food, wine, showers, and shelter throughout the entire trip. We all learned lots of new things both inside and outside the cab of the Penske. And despite the many notices we read on the backs of semis looking for new drivers, I think we're all quite happy staying right where we are... for now.
The last two days did feature a few attractions that we thought we should share. The first was the Flintstone House--a private residence situated on a long, curvy road outside Concord, OH. Hint: Do not attempt the road with anything larger than a 22'. We feel lucky to have escaped unscathed in our 26-footer.
In Austinburg, OH, near the Pennsylvania line, we saw a "Large Rocking Chair."
We made it to Aunt Elsie's by 7:15pm, ate dinner, slept blissfully, knowing that Sunday would be our last day on the road. Rebecca had a hard time releasing her driving grip, however...
On the way down Highway 12 in upstate NY, we toured the new wind farms of Lowville. Apparently all this power makes its way hundreds of miles down to NYC.
Finally, this roadside attraction, while blurry, was one of the BEST ones we saw along the way!
So, we made it. Many thanks to all the friends and family who supported us with food, wine, showers, and shelter throughout the entire trip. We all learned lots of new things both inside and outside the cab of the Penske. And despite the many notices we read on the backs of semis looking for new drivers, I think we're all quite happy staying right where we are... for now.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
A brief respite in quiet Ohio
Dear Faithful Readers, my apologies for shirking my blogging duties on Friday morning. Thursday had been, shall we say, eventful? Despite our best attempts to get out of the Greater Milwaukee area at a decent time, our innocent stop to fill the diesel tank resulted in an unforeseen delay… At a gas station near Elm Grove, WI, I was trying to maneuver the Penske out of the tight space and knicked the gas pump. I was expecting to get out and see a fountain of diesel fuel spouting into the air, but gladly saw only a mildly beat-up pump.
The police came to file a report. The officer was very nice, and filled out the necessary paperwork for the gas station to collect from our Penske insurance (we will be getting our money’s worth, that’s for sure). I was a bit too distraught to photo-document the event, though Rebecca did. Maybe someday those images will make their way here.
After our rather auspicious start to the day, we spent the whole day driving, and didn’t reach Smithville, Ohio until around 10pm. We were all getting VERY tired of the Penske, and looked forward to bed, and to a day of smoother rides.
Friday we spent the day in my old stomping grounds, and toured Amish country around Wayne and Holmes counties.
In between our shopping for locally-made cheese and trail bologna, we took time to see the world’s largest cuckoo clock.
From here we went to visit the world’s largest Amish buggy, a.k.a. the Amish version of the Penske.
As we enjoyed the idyllic landscape and its slower pace of life, we tried not to think about our fate the next day—the return to the highway in the great yellow beast.
The police came to file a report. The officer was very nice, and filled out the necessary paperwork for the gas station to collect from our Penske insurance (we will be getting our money’s worth, that’s for sure). I was a bit too distraught to photo-document the event, though Rebecca did. Maybe someday those images will make their way here.
After our rather auspicious start to the day, we spent the whole day driving, and didn’t reach Smithville, Ohio until around 10pm. We were all getting VERY tired of the Penske, and looked forward to bed, and to a day of smoother rides.
Friday we spent the day in my old stomping grounds, and toured Amish country around Wayne and Holmes counties.
In between our shopping for locally-made cheese and trail bologna, we took time to see the world’s largest cuckoo clock.
From here we went to visit the world’s largest Amish buggy, a.k.a. the Amish version of the Penske.
As we enjoyed the idyllic landscape and its slower pace of life, we tried not to think about our fate the next day—the return to the highway in the great yellow beast.
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