so, pretend it's really happening, 'k?
wednesday, may 25, 2011
1:20 p.m. somewhere on the pennsylvania turnpike
as inevitably happens when planning to leave for a road trip, we left about two hours after we'd planned. as long as we get to stop and look at the kirtland temple, that's really all the time i need at our stop today, so we're still plenty good for time.
jaime brought harry potter 7 on cd for our trip. we're already on disc 3 (of 17.) on my end, i loaded up my ipod with a few david sedaris audio books, about a dozen episodes of "this american life", and did my best to make a playlist of songs that would be recongizable to jaime (i kicked our trip off with the obligatory "life is a highway.")
2:24 p.m. i told jaime i really hope to find a d.c. plate. she questions if there even is a d.c. plate. i show her the picture of it on my phone. she says we likely won't see one. i fretfully wonder if she's right. it's just a city, not a state, so there aren't a lot of people there. and families are the ones who usually take raod trips, and they probably live in maryland or virginia.
2:27 p.m. i recongize the plate we're closing in on. i confirm it's d.c. i start cheering. jaime gets a slightly worried look at me then comments how crazy it is that just a few minutes earlier we were saying how we probably wouldn't see it.
2:36 p.m. ginny is giving harry his birthday present on our audio book.
there's a tunnel coming up.
they're kissing. i'm holding my breath in the tunnel. this one's really long.
dang, i can't see the end.
jaime usually drives faster so we can make it, but there's a lame car in front of us.
i made it.
8:53 p.m. we're about 30 miles past cleveland.
still, jaime and i walked the grounds and took some pictures. i called my sister because we always call each other when we're at the top of mountains, and i figured that the temple is the mountain of the Lord. she informed me that that generally refers to the salt lake temple. thank you, sister.
one of the credos of our trip is to eat at local places. staying on interstates isn't as rich of an experience an cruising on the highways with alton brown, as we're releagated more to the suburbs, but jaime and i found a place called "eat-n-park" that worked for us. i'm pretty sure it's an east coast chain analogous to village inn, but we'd never heard of it, so it still counts. we both got the "pittsburgh turkey" sandwich. toasted bread + turkey + cole slaw + french fries = the sandwich. i quite liked it. jaime was more lukewarm towards it.
we're in a nice rainstorm now, we passed a really cool and creepy old abandoned building in cleveland and are looking to be at our hotel around 1:30 a.m.