Arrived to Penn State to Dave's Incredible Cooking (that Lemon Pasta...that Lemon Pasta) and Now to Get to Know the Area a Little More

First of all, is it me, or does New Jersey simply need a bottle of windex and a vacuum cleaner. Yes, there's high traffic after the Tappen Z/Cuomo bridge, but that doesn't excuse that all the roads look like dump site for drivers. Rubber tires, McDonald's bags, decaying animals...It's really alarming actually. If I was a tax payer, I'd be frustrated, but I think I say that every time I'm forced to drive through the State. I know they have good beaches somewhere.

Pennsylvania, as always, is just wide and boring. The Poconos are always good to see, but for the most part it is one long, boring drive. I didn't do a book. I'm saving that for Syracuse, so listened to music and cursed construction. There highways shift to one lane with no reason. Just an orange cone on the side of the road. 

I did make it out of CT in record time. No traffic, which never happens. Not sure what that was about.

Kris and Dave have flipped scrips for themselves in PA, as they had a home built by the Amish, reside in a wooded area, and no longer have the traffic of Nichols in front of their house. There is MUCH space for all the kids, a wonderful layout of the kitchen, dining room and living room, and plenty of sleeping space. There are also two front porches with wonderful views of Penn Station ahead. 

Last night, Dave built a fire and we allowed the flames to keep the bugs away (because the hover flies during the day were definitely hovering). Karal is being Karal...too excited for life, commanding, and everywhere at once. She hit her bed last night and zonked out rather quickly. 

So did I. Good sleep, indeed.