You had 2 days off in between trips… and I threw in some Bambi pics as well. Are we good?
Good!
I admit I might have gone a little overboard with the Williamsburg, Virginia vacation photos this time…. like 3,089 pics overboard.
So sue me.
It was a fabulous trip, a marvelous Christmas and a wonderful place to explore. What can I say? When I’m old and feeble I’ll enjoy looking back on them all. (If I can remember why there are so many pictures of rocks…. and who that strange man is of course.)
Time to fasten your seat belts and loosen your pants!
The trip starts now.
Okay… but fair warning, that may not be until June.
Not wanting to put the miles and wear and tear on my car, we rented one. Well, I rented one. A mid size SUV like I always do… but when we arrived at the lot, they didn’t have any and had to upgrade us to luxury.
Cool beans!
We could pick the Audi or the Infiniti.
So what did my husband pick?
The Chevy Suburban.
Which happens to be the biggest, thirstiest, most annoying lumbering behemoth vehicle ever made. A nightmare to park. A horror show for short people like me to board. A useless third row seat we didn’t need and couldn’t figure out how to fold down. Gas stations? We dreaded the mere sight of them after a few days. So why did my spouse choose it?
Because it was big.
And he’s a man.
Enough said.
Our trip from Maine started out like this:
With buckets of the same for the first few states.
When we were nearing Hartford, Connecticut it let up, but we hit road construction….
And this rather precarious way of shoring up of the highway made me cringe.
I guess I should be glad they didn’t use duct tape, but still.
Next up was my least favorite part of the trip….
New York City.
Don’t get me wrong, I was born and raised in New Jersey… I can hang. But riding shotgun with my (leadfooted, 2 centimeters from the car in front of us, switch lanes like it’s the Indy 500) husband…. in the Black Brontosaurus?
Would test Ironman’s nerves.
Though I can honestly say it’s the only time in my life I’m thankful for bumper to bumper traffic.
Reduce speed?
I don’t think that’s possible.
I’d post some great pics of our trip over the famous George Washington bridge, but the husband always takes the upper truck level…. so basically this was my view:
But here’s one peek through the fog.
After the bridge? It’s New Jersey…
And the swamps they built the Meadowlands on.
If you’ve ever wondered where Tony Soprano and his boys dumped the bodies?
It would be here.
Oil refineries aside, you have to admit that the foul, smoggy New Jersey air does make for a dramatic sky.
Onward through the evening we drove, with the husband choosing our route. If you know me…. you know I’m type A and like to plan. Letting him pick a spot for us to spend the night was torture, but I sucked it up and endured.
I endured him picking a random town in Delaware because he liked the name, Red Lion.
Did Red Lion, Delaware have any hotels you ask?
No.
It did not.
And trust me, we drove around for almost an hour trying to find one even though I Googled it and came up empty. We did however find this:
A Christmas extravaganza house that was blocking traffic.
I can barely keep 2 reindeer lit… WTH?
After admitting defeat, the husband drove another 40 minutes to Dover, Delaware and pulled into the first Holiday Inn he saw.
I had my doubts when I saw the lounge was decorated in early bordello. Yes… satin furniture and rhinestone encrusted mirrors.
Thankfully our room was toned down from that…
But it did have some interesting features.
Mainly, the lighting.
Is it me?
Or did this over the bathroom sink fixture look like deer hooves?
Come on…
There’s no reasonable Martha Stewart explanation for that.
And while this corner lamp reminded me of my mother and her pull down hair dryer of the 1960’s…..
It was these over the bed reading lamps that were a little too proctology/gynecology themed for my taste.
And don’t get me started on the art work.
Really, don’t.
What the…. what?
So ends day one.
(And before you start screaming Martin…. road trips with my husband consist of a McDonalds lunch eaten in the car doing 90 mph and a perfectly horrible turkey dinner at a Bob Evans next to the hotel late that night. Neither were photo worthy!)
Art work in hotels can be so bizarre!
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This batch certainly was…
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While I admire the consistency throughout the motel of the early bordello decorating theme, I’m with you. Too ugly for me. What were they thinking?
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That there are no hotels in Red Lion, Delaware and travelers will be desperate… ?
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Perhaps people know not to stop in Delaware, for some reason
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Well, no one told my husband!
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Sorry, I’m late with the memo.
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It’s alright. It’s doubtful I’ll ever let him plan again anyway.
😉
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It is a Holiday Inn; I don’t expect too much.
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No…. but this exceeded even that.
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Oh, I don’t know. If you wanted “the same,” you would stay home. You want different, unexpected, strange, and unusual – and that’s just what you get. 😉
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Well, it was blog worthy. There is that!
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I like to do my traveling at night – sure there are fewer pictures – but I’m not a (uhh) “crazy” picture person, anyway.
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Ummm, not that “you” are one of those “crazy” people I mentioned above.
Oh no, no way!
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No worries… if the shoe (or camera) fits? I’ll wear it!
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I resemble that remark!
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Chevy Suburban? That’s not EVEN close to the Brontosaurus type car/truck……Ford Super Duty F250….gas? It slurps gas like there’s no tomorrow….and I’ll stop there.
Well the pictures are lovely and the hotel isn’t bad, deer hove and hair dryer lighting fixtures not as off putting as the Tony Soprano dumping grounds, lol.
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Okay… but the super duty 250 is a truck! This is a stupid passenger vehicle and too damned big.
As for the dumping grounds… well, it is New Jersey.
😈
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It’s just you. I was thinking gold fingernail.
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Eewww. That might be worse!
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“If I can remember why there are so many pictures of rocks…. and who that strange man is” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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I’ve probably stayed at that hotel. We go to Dover for one reason only. The casino at Dover Downs. I’ve taken more money out of there than I ever have in Las Vegas or Atlantic City. Also, Bob Evans breakfast is killer. I’ve never had anything else there.
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I think you’d remember it if you had.
As for Bob Evans, stick to breakfast. Dinner was beyond horrible.
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Nice pics!
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Thanks!
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I’ve nearly had my Man Card revoked before because I prefer to drive small cars. I hate SUV’s on principle, let alone trying to maneuver one of those beasts around…
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I love my compact SUV, but this monster? HATED it. And it wasn’t even that comfortable a ride.
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I got nuthin’….and I even took a photo of it:
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Excellent capture. It looks exactly like nothing…
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OMG Lady!!! January is almost over. I am going to be 21 in 37 days and you are still showing Christmas pictures?!?!? GO BACK TO THE ROCKS!
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Hang on to your proverbial hat… the Christmas vacation photos will most likely last until March.
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On behalf of the State of Connecticut, I would point out that no serious hunk of highway has collapsed here in almost 40 years. You know, lead with your strength. At least we have hotels.
Nice pics, under the circumstances. I like the GW Bridge shot. I don’t like driving behind big trucks. I like to be able to see what’s coming, even if it’s Jersey.
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40 years is not long enough. That section looked quite precarious!
As for Jersey… agreed. Though it’s usually better when seen in the rear view mirror!
🤣
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I always thought it was weird that you crossed the bridge for free heading into Jersey but had to pay to get out.
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I was born and raised there and understand it perfectly!
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I’m sorry, River, I’m laughing too hard to write a decent comment. And now I have to go reapply my mascara before the coffee date. I look like a raccoon who should be eating treats out of your backyard along with the deer.
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Never a good look…. but I’m glad you enjoyed a good laugh!
🙂
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I think I would have turned around at the sight of that shoddy looking bridge.
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We like to live dangerously, what can I say?
😉
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Wow. That traffic reminds me of how nice it was to be home at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Pretty foggy bridge photo tho. I don’t like Bob Evans. I used to. The last few times I’ve been (three in ten years) have all been icky, so I will not try again. Someone enlarged a butterfly wing and framed it. It’s an idea that could’ve been executed as actual art, but they did not achieve the desired result. Early bordello is accurate. See also, drapes hanging mid wall, WHAT? I also prefer to skip the gyno lights the other 363 days of a year. Someone was paid for this ‘design’ job. Tsk.
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Butterfly wing? How did they manage to find such an ugly one….
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Can’t say. Perhaps they have books of unattractive crops.
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