50 States, the Week in Pictures
I'm holding out for a half of a percent.
The mobile office. Or mobile GPS. Where is that motel anyway?
The mobile lunch room. NOT the Roach coach.
In 1897? How can they know for sure? On a building in Annapolis.
The British Governor displayed over 500 weapons to show their massive strength. Then the Americans procured them. Showoffs paid the price.
Biker trash paying the price.
A cultural clash.
A rhino record player. Oh, go ask your grandfather. This is called American Folk Art.
Quilter Girl being Quilter Girl.
I thought Louisiana was lower and a bit to the left. Must've moved it.
MUTTERINGS, MUSINGS, RANTS AND RAVES
Interesting when we have no room and just the two of us. I went to K-Mart and bought AA batteries for the keyboard. And that's it. When have you ever not bought something else when shopping? However, I went to a gas station and had a HANKERING for a Hostess Cupcake.
Since we've lived in Seattle (rain) and Las Vegas (no rain), I had no idea that autumn could be so dry. It rains occasionally and then stops. I had no idea. Figured it would rain all fall.
A year is a long time. Been tougher a few days this week. Cold. Alone. Wah. Okay, over it.
I ride toward (okay sometimes in) the median to stir up the leaves. Locals must snort and say, "Las Vegan, for sure." Sure is pretty, but I would hate to rake them up! Speaking of that, people blow them off the sidewalk and into the street. Don't they just blow back?
I know I said it before, but the French made the difference between independence and failure. The next time I see Eric Peronard (the only Frenchman I know); I'm going to kiss him on both cheeks.
We're staying at the Budget Inn, an off track little private motel. Great value. For $52, we get the room (obviously) with fridge, micro, slider with forest view, king size bed, and effective wifi. And (drum roll please), a water wasting shower! Oh, hallelujah! When the world runs out of water and container ships are aground a thousand miles from the coast, feel free to blame me. Love those things.
And a surprise. For forty years, I understood you needed a hard bed to keep from your back seizing up. This bed is so soft, our noses stick out of the fitted sheet like two masts of a ship that's sinking. And both our backs? Just fine.
3.17Dollars a gallon for fuel. Is this localized, or did they drop after the election? Oil company conspiracy to swing the
36.17 MPG. I thought it would improve with a new air cleaner. Nope.
29 Weeks completed
56 Stamps in our 'National Parks Passport' book.
50 Stamps in a year, we get a license plate frame from www.ironbutt.com
30 States visited
316 50 States blog posts
5 States story posts from '50 Stories in 50 States'
THE STUPID DRIVER OF THE WEEK
Rush hour in Fredericksburg. You're sitting in the left turn lane, at a red light. ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU ARE GOING TO RUN OUT OF GAS! LIKE IMMEDIATELY! Quick, don't turn left and find a place to turn around. Just whip it to the right past two right lanes and pull into the gas station. It's worth jeopardizing yours and everyone else's safety for a few seconds. Here's your sign.
And that's a wrap. Next week we'll visit Mount Vernon with our friend Pam Thomas, then off to West Virginia. See you there!
And don't forget Church Surch, the previous post.