This ain't no flyover country

I had no idea it would take more than 40 years, but I’m finally getting back to France and making a side trip to the now unified Berlin. Starting tomorrow, Wednesday, February 4, I will be chronicling my return. I hope you come along for the ride!

I’m not sure why I have such a hard time writing the last blog entry for every trip. I guess I don’t want them to end. For my last day on the road, the plan was to hook up and go to the Gettysburg visitor center (assuming it was open during the shutdown) and see the exhibits since I had not done that during my first visit. The ranger had recommended that I drive the battlefield instead. I had felt in retrospect he’d given me a bum steer because the battlefield was so overwhel

This morning, tired of oatmeal for breakfast, I heated up leftover fajita veggies from the Mexican restaurant and served them with two eggs over easy. Yummy! I didn’t unhook again last night, so it was easy to get going. I refueled before I got back on the turnpike and was on my way. I should have known the day would take some weird turns as soon as I turned off the turnpike to get on Rt 30, Lincoln Highway. I was tired of the turnpike and not eager to take the trailer throu