Day 16…. the trip home.


As we were leaving the resort for the 12 hour plus drive home, I found this behind a door.




Clearly the previous tenants vacationed in the coat closet and didn’t want to be disturbed.

And yes, you read that correctly. This will be my last blog about the Williamsburg, Virginia vacation.



To think it only took me 60 posts to get here!

So…. it was a grey overcast morning the day we left.




And I have absolutely no idea what this was.




But here’s the Washington Monument….




And the entrance to a tunnel.




Was my husband obeying the speed limit?





He never does, but when you’re riding in a rental Brontosaurus and the lanes get smaller due to construction? My blood pressure ruses when he approaches 100 mph.




I also look out the side window a lot.





Although it’s hard to focus properly at that speed.




Playing with my phone helps…




As does laughing at some slightly painful road names.




Here’s the Delaware Memorial Bridge.




And the toll ticket that cut off our George Washington Bridge exit price on the bottom.




For those of you who have never seen the New York City skyline on an overcast day from the New Jersey Turnpike at 90 mph?




Here you go.







Next up was the George Washington Bridge, where I usually close my eyes and pray to the God of Tequila that I’ll live to see another margarita.




Ironically… as soon as I started filming, the husband slowed down. Which is a good thing since the roads were potholed and in horrible shape.



Traffic was a nightmare.




But it always is.




And every time we pass these massive apartment complexes….




I realize how blessed we are to  live in the country.




Was this water blowing off the top of that truck?

No. It was smoke, because something was probably on fire. When we crept up next to it and signaled the driver there was a problem?

He flipped us off.




Ya gotta love New Yorkers.




The rest of the trip was long, traffic laden and uneventful.

We were even too pooped to make our normal pit stop at the tax free New Hampshire liquor store.




Technically I took a few more…. but still.

Why is sitting in car doing absolutely nothing for 13 hours so damn tiring?


32 thoughts on “Day 16…. the trip home.”

      1. Okay, I cheated. I actually did a quick image search.

        *** I would tell you what site I used, but I don’t want to infringe on someone’s copyright. (or something of that nature) LoL

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  1. I got that 90 mph (or probably more) view of the New York skyline once upon a game show’s dime thanks to a crazy NYC limo driver who took us from Newark to Manhattan. Even my Dad, who is a leadfoot himself, had white knuckles by the time we got to the city…

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  2. That Times Square picture is now a relic–my friend Gene sent me a picture yesterday of Times Square–4 PEOPLE!!!! She said when she takes her dog for a walk she feels like she is in a Sci-Fi picture and she is the only one alive!!

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      1. We go by Holy Cross…
        We used to drive from NC to Maine every year and tried numerous routes. Aside from the Geo. Washington Bridge hassle, the Jersey Pike really is the shortest way.


  3. And I have absolutely no idea what this was. <—Air Force Memorial part of the National Mall so to speak. It is beyond stunningly beautiful. Those spires represent the jet exhaust in the skies. My favorite next to the Tomb of the Unknown when I took my vet on the Freedom Honor Flight. ALL should go see those places.

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  4. I think it’s the stress of traffic that’s exhausting. My husband usually drives too damn slow and that scares me, whereas he jokes I’m qualifying but says things like, “We made good time, Baby!”
    I had not seen the NYC skyline from 90mph on the Jersey Turnpike, so thanks!
    I’m a city girl, but not that city.

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