It’s New Year’s eve, and I’m where I want to be. Holed up in a motel, off Interstate 64, without a bar or any revelers in sight! I’m more than halfway to Carbondale, IL, where I start my new year with a new field job.
I took an almost immediate wrong turn when I left this morning from New York, and ended up driving the very city I was looking to avoid because of New Year’s eve madness. It was surprisingly traffic free and looked especially beautiful with just a touch of snow falling. Or maybe I was just nostalgic to be leaving NYC again.
Interstate driving is highly uneventful. And now in West Virginia, I can’t say I have a sense of John Denver’s country roads, though I did pass the site where Noah’s Ark was being built in Virginia. Must have missed a flood advisory.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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