Mom and I returned home safely after 2,538.8 miles.
I think that .8 of a mile was the hardest.
We started in Illinois, traveled through Indiana, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and ended up in Massachusetts. We kept track of the license plates of other cars with a nifty magnetic game from Aldi.
The only missing states are Alaska, Hawaii, Mississippi, Montana, North Dakota, and Washington, D.C. (which really doesn’t count). Oh, and Delaware. Seriously, no one lives in Delaware.
The driving in Boston is crazy. Mom says the drivers are fast but polite. The only time anyone honked a horn was when she ran a red light. Mom deserved that. The rotaries or round-abouts, were mind-boggling. At one point, Mom drove the wrong way into one and ended up in the center. Greta politely pointed this out but Mom snapped back that there are supposed to be plants in the center of the rotary. That’s a valid point.
My Mommo drove home with us and kept me well fed. She handed me bits of bread, cheese, and sausage as we cruised home. Apparently, I am an angel baby and made very little fuss despite logging long hours in my car seat.
It was a great trip, but I’m rather tired. So, I’ve asked my friend Pink Norman, to stand guard. And warn me if Mom comes in to snatch me for another road trip. I’m going to cover my ears and play possum.
While I take a very, very long nap.