From there it was smooth sailing south, one last lunch stop at a Tim Horton's, until we came to a screeching halt in New York's Friday rush hour traffic. Stop-and-go-and-stop-and-go for two hours, now that's adventure.
Finally, we reach and cross the damned bridge, and pick up some speed on the other side.
Then, New Jersey, and a nice Holiday Inn for the night. I'm still carting around all this dehydrated food, but it was getting a bit late to start the search for a campground in the Garden State... next time I'm bringing less food and more money!
On Saturday, we got an early start, gathered our unmarked small bills, dug through hotel cushions for change, and embarked on a tour of the Toll Booths of I-95.
We liked this tunnel.
We saw some interesting cars on the way home:
The guy driving this trash-filled car got really pissed when I started taking pictures, so I left him alone.
Some pretty neat clouds at sunset, too.
We stopped for a late dinner at Cracker Barrel just over the GA state line around ten, and got home at about midnight. We noticed once we got off the highway that most of the gas stations here are completely out of gas, and there were several cars that seemed to be surfing around looking for an open pump. This is really the first evidence we saw of a fuel shortage... they had no problems in Canada (although prices there went up quite a bit while we were there), or in the northeast as far as we could tell.
That last day, we did over 800 miles, and boy was my wrist sore... but seriously folks.
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