You should drive north too after it warms up again— Lancaster Hershey Princeton Woodstock and into the berkshires (tanglewood, Edith whartons house, etc etc)
If you're really interested in exploring backroads America, you should read (if you haven't already) William Least Heat-Moon's travel classic, "Blue Highways" (1982). I wrote a review of it here:
Thank you for reminding us all of the goodness of our nation. I have driven with my family—first as a child and now as a mother of young children—through most of the states, especially lately as my husband and I tend to drive in big loops, east or west from Texas, thousands of miles to one coast or the other, visiting friends and diners, family and mountains. We spent this years’ Independence Day in western Nebraska, in a small town next to a state park, eating hamburgers, collecting candy thrown in the parade by the local beauty queen and the fire department and young men on antique tractors, watching a rodeo and finishing it off with one of the best firework displays I’ve seen, and it was glorious. I hope someday you all get the chance to drive through the West
So glad you made it here, Sir. The country at large is better with your presence -- may it remain!
This is just delightful. I do love the great American road trip. Thank you for sharing yours with us!
Wonderful.
You should drive north too after it warms up again— Lancaster Hershey Princeton Woodstock and into the berkshires (tanglewood, Edith whartons house, etc etc)
And further north to Canada!
If you're really interested in exploring backroads America, you should read (if you haven't already) William Least Heat-Moon's travel classic, "Blue Highways" (1982). I wrote a review of it here:
https://lakefrontreview.substack.com/p/blue-highways-by-william-least-heat
Thank you for reminding us all of the goodness of our nation. I have driven with my family—first as a child and now as a mother of young children—through most of the states, especially lately as my husband and I tend to drive in big loops, east or west from Texas, thousands of miles to one coast or the other, visiting friends and diners, family and mountains. We spent this years’ Independence Day in western Nebraska, in a small town next to a state park, eating hamburgers, collecting candy thrown in the parade by the local beauty queen and the fire department and young men on antique tractors, watching a rodeo and finishing it off with one of the best firework displays I’ve seen, and it was glorious. I hope someday you all get the chance to drive through the West