Am I going to pick up a drawl?Posted on October 12th, 2007 after 8760 miles by Dean Croshere.
I got that feeling again today.
That complete and utter, “I’m road tripping and I can do anything I want” peace.
I last felt it in central Illinois.
This time I was in central Virginia.
While I had technically crossed the Mason-Dixon line almost a week prior, Maryland and the DC aren’t the south. Not only did they not secede during the civil war, but (and a friend from the south assures me that this is the far more important metric) they serve a continental breakfast instead of grits.
Virginia though, Virginia is the south.
It was on hour 4 of today’s drive. I still had about 4 more to go. I don’t think I’ve driven more than 4 or 5 hours in three weeks. It was really nice. I missed driving. I figured it was time to stop for a bite to eat, so I pulled over next to this lake and looked through the box of MREs (military field rations with complete with chemical heaters) my host outside philly hooked me up with. One of them was helpfully labeled “Rice, Beans, Sausage, Cajun Style, I figured I’d celebrate entering the south with an abomination of a southern favorite.
The chemicals take about 10 minutes to heat up the food, and during this time I wandered about, enjoying the nice clean air and other beautiful aspects of being in the middle of nowhere with no responsibilities.
I felt quite energized. I had slept for more than 12 hours the night before, just outside Baltimore. I’m afraid I was quite unenjoyable towards my host there. She was kind enough to take me on a brief tour of the harbor and make me dinner. I repaid her by promptly falling asleep.
Boxer didn’t come to the harbor, but I did snap pictures of this decommissioned sub:
The was also the Baltimore World Trade Center and a lighthouse ship:
Finally, we took a look at The “Old Iron Sides” Constitution’s sister ship, The Constellation: