Left New York about 10:45 and drove through New Jersey, Pannsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia and down through the snowy Shenandoah Valley between the mountains of the same name and the Blue Ridge Mountains, stopping just north of the Tennessee border in Wytheville, Virginia. The red Roof Inn, to be precise, in case I go into the third dimension.
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Does it appear that poor Kathleen is doing all the work while that smart Jed is looking on?
Hey now! It was a group effort. Photos can be deceiving. Don't talk about my peeps!
Oh, My, God! I cannot BELIEVE you were in Wytheville.
Cate and I and the cats stayed somewhere in Wytheville once. One of the worst nights of my life.
With not a Hilton Garden in or Hampton Inn to be found, we ended up at some ghastly 1950's cement block nightmare. Noisy, dirty, we were all up all night either crying or miaowing.
Actually, maybe it was good practice for this summer. In New York.
Not to get technical, but, unless you think of your travel as on a flat map, you live in three dimensions, sometimes time is referred to as the 4th, things don't get strange/undefined until you get to the 5th dimension. Am I missing something?
You're right Phill, I meant fifth dimension. But I was flatlining at that point—which is what I guess made me say third.
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