Confucius says that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Well a journey of 2810 miles begins with cramming the car filled with all of the stuff that we didn't send with the movers.
I spent all day packing the last remnants into boxes and then loading the car. I also went into the hospital to turn in my pager (so naked without it!) and say goodbye to everyone. I also took care of a few Baltimore errands. Of course Paul's plane was delayed 80 minutes. So, knowing that it would be a late night, I took a nap instead of driving to the Bay Bridge. It's not that exciting anyway, and I knew it was gonna be a late night.
Instead, a view of the Inner Harbor from Fed Hill will have to do:
And we're on our way.
We decided to try to know back a few hundred miles instead of going back to my empty townhouse. 695W to I-70, and the obligatory sign picture.
Most of the trip last night was through rain and fog in the Allegheny mountains.
Including this cool tunnel.
Eventually, it was 2:45 AM, and it was time to stop in New Stanton, PA. And no, we didn't find New Dunder Mifflin there.
To Rochester, MN tomorrow!