We’re about 50 miles away from D.C. We just got off the freeway, to get Jake something to drink, in Hagerstown, Maryland, (City Motto: Our Signs Say We Have Services Right Off The Freeway But They’re Really In The Next County) but gave up after about three miles of wandering around that could have easily gotten us lost. Being the intrepid cross-country explorers we are, we managed to find our way back to the freeway, however.
Thankfully, on our way back to the freeway I was able to find a spot to, um, use “the little boys room” – by which I mean I was able to take my revenge on Hagerstown by killing a small patch of grass in a Park & Ride lot near the freeway entrance we almost couldn’t find!
Once outside Hagerstown, we climbed a hill that had a sign at the top that proudly proclaimed: “Elevation 985 feet.” Good grief. What would these people do if they had a real mountain?
A bit further south we stopped for one more Starbuck’s break in Frederick (City Motto: Our Signs Don’t Lie, Like The One’s In Hagerstown). Like a lot of people along the way, the guy at Starbucks asked about our packed-to-the-rafters CRV with Oregon plates. He was impressed with how quickly we made it here from Oregon and wished Jake good luck.
Now we’re back on the freeway with only 40 miles to go . . .