Frost Ridge Campground
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We're on the road, starting the first stretch of our trip! It is hard to leave home, but we are looking forward to all of the adventures to come. Car is packed to maximum capacity (with still being able to see out of the windows, of course). With a full tank of gas, a heavy heart, and some nervous excitement, we are off to a good start and almost to buffalo. We will make a couple of posts each day of our trip, so stay tuned!! Love always, Julia and ...
... so we had to wait for her to get ready and get to the airport!
So we waited. After two hours were up, people started to mill around the gate again. Then the jet company people announced it was going to take longer than they thought. They needed to fix a part on the plane. Well, no one wants to fly a broken plane. So we all dispersed again to wait. After another two hours ticked by, there still was no activity near the gate. ...
... for sure!
As soon as Howie and I hit the road, I fell in the love with the place. The quaint, American buildings mixed with the open, outstretched fields somehow struck a chord in me. And this was just the beginning! The closer to Shelly and Howie's farm we got, the more in love I fell with the place. It was instant. And I knew straight away from meeting Howie that I was going to love the people here too. He's like a big bear, and a real softie at heart!
I arrived ...
... made of hay and dirty rags ontop. I eat bread and cheese everyday, a real luxury, obviously from the Black Market. I hunt for rabbits and pick fruit and greens but sell most of it to the people at the Black Market, usually $2 for a handful of greens and $3 for a piece of whole fruit and finally $10 for a piece of meat. I make about $20 a day, a very fair price. Anyways, my house is just a place for me to eat and sleep; nothing else. Well I hope that you come to ...
... I'll say that again. We had to pay 45 dollars for one toll to get off the highway. Hoe. Lee. Cow. Talk about highway robbery. Of course, the toll pales in comparison to the cost of the gasoline that got us this far. Cripes, this wedding better be worth it.
Tomorrow is Leg 2 - Pembroke, NY to Clarksville, IN. Long leg -- a little over 550 miles, so we're in for a haul. It's the longest leg of ...