Philadelphia Road Trip, Part One
I'm a master of creative post titles, eh?
A couple weeks ago we nailed down details for a planned road trip to see my brother and sister-in-law in Philadelphia.
We had a great trip. Rather than spooning out the highlights in narrative form, I'm going to just jot down some stuff in stream of consciousness format. Here goes:
2:30 p.m. might be the wrong time to start a 9-hour car trip with two small kids.
Political corruption must have been alive and well around the time they decided how I-81 was going to run through Virginia. There's simply no other way to explain the fact that you never get closer than 80 miles to anything resembling a metro area while you're on that road.
7:00 p.m. might be the wrong time to try to get a table at the Cracker Barrel in Harrisonburg, Va. on a Saturday night.
7:05 p.m. is the right time to get a table at the Waffle House across the street from the Cracker Barrel in Harrisonburg, Va.
Daughter dropped her menu on the floor under our booth at the Waffle House. I had my doubts about the cleanliness of the menu to begin with. But then she scrambled under the booth to get it. So, for a brief time on Saturday night, my child was sitting on the floor under a booth in a Waffle House.
Plaza Hotel in Hagerstown, Maryland is not affiliated the The Plaza hotel in New York City. But for $99 we got a large room at the quiet end of the hall. The kids got to spend their first night in a hotel, and they went nuts. They loved it. And the Wife and I loved it too, since we all slept in one room.
Finding the Pennsylvania Turnpike outside of Harrisburg can be a little tricky. We missed it the first time, so we shot north and west of Harrisburg and must have been closing in on Hershey, Pa. I know this because my kids were taunted by what seemed to be increasingly frequent billboards for Hershey Park.
Having a minivan means we can bring Daughter's little potty on long trips and set up a personal restroom for her in the back of the car. There's just no way to explain how much easier that makes things.
Have you heard of these guys The Wiggles? Have you heard of them for three hours of a 9-hour car trip?
So that's a good start to our trip. In our next installment, I'll tell you about Sesame Street mecca, furniture shopping with the kids, and how to spot a hillbilly in five words or less.
Until then...
A couple weeks ago we nailed down details for a planned road trip to see my brother and sister-in-law in Philadelphia.
We had a great trip. Rather than spooning out the highlights in narrative form, I'm going to just jot down some stuff in stream of consciousness format. Here goes:
2:30 p.m. might be the wrong time to start a 9-hour car trip with two small kids.
Political corruption must have been alive and well around the time they decided how I-81 was going to run through Virginia. There's simply no other way to explain the fact that you never get closer than 80 miles to anything resembling a metro area while you're on that road.
7:00 p.m. might be the wrong time to try to get a table at the Cracker Barrel in Harrisonburg, Va. on a Saturday night.
7:05 p.m. is the right time to get a table at the Waffle House across the street from the Cracker Barrel in Harrisonburg, Va.
Daughter dropped her menu on the floor under our booth at the Waffle House. I had my doubts about the cleanliness of the menu to begin with. But then she scrambled under the booth to get it. So, for a brief time on Saturday night, my child was sitting on the floor under a booth in a Waffle House.
Plaza Hotel in Hagerstown, Maryland is not affiliated the The Plaza hotel in New York City. But for $99 we got a large room at the quiet end of the hall. The kids got to spend their first night in a hotel, and they went nuts. They loved it. And the Wife and I loved it too, since we all slept in one room.
Finding the Pennsylvania Turnpike outside of Harrisburg can be a little tricky. We missed it the first time, so we shot north and west of Harrisburg and must have been closing in on Hershey, Pa. I know this because my kids were taunted by what seemed to be increasingly frequent billboards for Hershey Park.
Having a minivan means we can bring Daughter's little potty on long trips and set up a personal restroom for her in the back of the car. There's just no way to explain how much easier that makes things.
Have you heard of these guys The Wiggles? Have you heard of them for three hours of a 9-hour car trip?
So that's a good start to our trip. In our next installment, I'll tell you about Sesame Street mecca, furniture shopping with the kids, and how to spot a hillbilly in five words or less.
Until then...
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
2:57 AM
7 Comments:
I'm thinking you're remembering a thing or two for the return trip home...
Have fun, especially when you're all sleeping in the same room...
Sheesh, if it's not the billboards tempting you to go to Hershey it has to be the aroma of chocolate in the air. Yummmm.
I've done just about everything in my power to keep the Wiggles and Doodlebops to a bare, miniscule minimum in our house. I would rather watch 24 hours of Barney over those other two.
My daughter's been under a booth on some questionable floors too. It's hard to teach them that it's okay to let some things stay on the floor when they fall.
I feel for you man. The Wiggles for that long. Which song keeps running through your head? For me, it's "Fruit Salad". I will be SO GLAD when she is out of this stage....
We've never done hours of Wiggles, but we HAVE done hours of Raffi. Oh, the humanity.
Travelling with small kids - it's special! And by "special", I mean "kind of horrible."
Oh, yes, the Wiggles and I have become very close - ever since the year that my husband got called up with the Navy Reserves, and the only time we got to see him in the 9 months he was gone was when he was down in Pensacola Florida. So I drove, alone, with the children, over five days, down to Florida from PA, listening to The Wiggles all the way. And yes, I was on crack. But the Wiggles, man, they got us through. Especially since we had no DVD player in the car. And did I mention that I was on crack? Oh, and that I missed my husband desperately?
Good times, my friend :)
Under a booth at the Waffle House. Sounds like the beginning of a horror flik.
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