Sunday Drive
Nov/24/08 04:13 AM
This map makes me appreciate how huge Virginia really is:
Why? Because I drove almost 70 miles west of DC today and only ended up at that little red dot. But, it was yet another great Sunday excursion. I finished the trip in a small town called Front Royal, Virginia. It actually reminded me a lot of New England; The town was set among the mountains dotted with little white churches and lots of trees and open space. Tons of cows, too.
I’m still amazed each week by how quickly the scenery changes once you get about half an hour outisde the DC-Metro area. All of a sudden there’s very few people, houses, or businesses. Instead, it’s all forest, farmland, and all the horse-trailers surrounding me on the two lane highways. It also makes me think that a lot of the urbanites I’m surrounded by in DC forget that the rest of the country doesn’t necessarily look like the place they’re familiar with. I’m lucky to have the mobility down here to explore like I do each week and learn about the area.
I think I’ve also discovered that my sense of direction (or lack thereof) is naturally attracted to expensive gas. With my gas light glaring in my face, I pulled off the highway to fill up, first passing a station offering gas for $1.85/gallon. I figured the station closest to the highway would be most expensive, so I found another one a little bit up. This one turned out to sell for $1.87/gallon. I figured $0.02 wasn’t worth the illegal U-turn, so I filled up there. Satisfied that I filled up for just over $30, I pulled out of the station and turned the corner...only to find a station selling for $1.66/gallon.
>:-o !!!!
Still, I can’t complain. Who could’ve imagined it that “cheap” a few months ago?
I’m making the 500 mile trek back home Wednesday afternoon for Thanksgiving break and pretty much counting down the minutes until I can relax in Scituate with family and friends.
That’s all for now... Happy Sunday
Why? Because I drove almost 70 miles west of DC today and only ended up at that little red dot. But, it was yet another great Sunday excursion. I finished the trip in a small town called Front Royal, Virginia. It actually reminded me a lot of New England; The town was set among the mountains dotted with little white churches and lots of trees and open space. Tons of cows, too.
I’m still amazed each week by how quickly the scenery changes once you get about half an hour outisde the DC-Metro area. All of a sudden there’s very few people, houses, or businesses. Instead, it’s all forest, farmland, and all the horse-trailers surrounding me on the two lane highways. It also makes me think that a lot of the urbanites I’m surrounded by in DC forget that the rest of the country doesn’t necessarily look like the place they’re familiar with. I’m lucky to have the mobility down here to explore like I do each week and learn about the area.
I think I’ve also discovered that my sense of direction (or lack thereof) is naturally attracted to expensive gas. With my gas light glaring in my face, I pulled off the highway to fill up, first passing a station offering gas for $1.85/gallon. I figured the station closest to the highway would be most expensive, so I found another one a little bit up. This one turned out to sell for $1.87/gallon. I figured $0.02 wasn’t worth the illegal U-turn, so I filled up there. Satisfied that I filled up for just over $30, I pulled out of the station and turned the corner...only to find a station selling for $1.66/gallon.
>:-o !!!!
Still, I can’t complain. Who could’ve imagined it that “cheap” a few months ago?
I’m making the 500 mile trek back home Wednesday afternoon for Thanksgiving break and pretty much counting down the minutes until I can relax in Scituate with family and friends.
That’s all for now... Happy Sunday
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