DATE: June 17, 2002 High Temperature: 85 Low Temperature: 75 Meat intake: Portuguese Chorizo Miles covered: 1,000 (over 2 days in a brand, spankin' new rentedChrysler Concorde)
Nothing much left to report. We've eaten all the meat we could eat. John & I split up in D.C. and I rented a car to go to visit my great Aunt in Lewistown, PA. John continued on to Little Compton, RI, where he will spend the rest of June and the first half of July. It is a fairly remote place, but I have set his computer to recieve emails while there. And he also has cable TV there (an amenity he has lived without in SF). Here are some pictures from Little Compton. The place he rented. It's called "The Shack" It's three bedrooms on a lovely piece of land overlooking a bay and the Atlantic Ocean. Shack, my ass.
I will end this with a question that I'm sure has perplexed many of you road warriors: At what point did people who work in gas stations stop knowing where things are? Weren't gas station attendants famous for giving directions to lost travelers? We met people who didn't know how to get out of whatever two-horse town they happened to be in. I guess it's for the better. These people probably shouldn't be introduced to the general population. I just find it so strange that there are people out there who don't know where anything is and they don't seem to have any interest, whatsoever, in knowing where anything is. In Lewistown, my mother asked the desk person at the hotel (not a gas station, but you know what I mean) if there were any restaurants opened past 9:00 on a Sunday night. Not likely, but you never know. The lady said the only place she knew of were fast food restaurants. We took a chance and drove around looking. We made it about 2 blocks and found a place. Original Italian Pizza (or OIP as Aunt Peg likes to call it). How could she not have known? Oh well. It's not my problem anymore.
One final note: John plans to eat Kentucky Mutton on his way back. Be sure to ask him how it was. One more note: It turns out Pinetop/Lakeside was evacuated in the AZ fires. Looks like we made it through there just in time. Until we meat again...
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