When you've got to make miles, it's pretty much sheer work. Owing to a lot of last-minute prep, we didn't really get on the road until 1 pm yesterday. Right before departure I discovered that one of the tire valves was leaking. The cap on the valve stem was holding the pressure so the tire had not lost any pounds, but when I removed the cap it started to hissssss....
Fortunately my father had the correct tool and the correct replacement valve in his basement to fix the problem in a matter of minutes. Lucky break -- I thought for sure we were going to spend the afternoon in a tire shop, waiting. As it was, the valve was replaced in two minutes and with his handy air compressor we had the tire pumped back up and ready to go right away.
So after that we hustled our way down the highway. There's nothing charming to be said about dealing with rush hour in Hartford CT, or the struggle to find an overnight stop (ANY stop) at 10:30 pm somewhere east of Port Jervis. Suffice to say we found an overpriced spot eventually. The Wal-Mart in town had nearly as much charm and about the same traffic noise, for free, but the town prohibited us from parking there.
We used the Internet-in-Motion system extensively along the way. Eleanor sent an e-card to her brother from the highway, and I used every rest stop as a chance to deal with some business issues via email I couldn't resolve before we left. It's actually relaxing to have the connection as we go, so problems don't mount up that have to be dealt with at the end of the day. Of course, I'm also using the "black box" to send you this blog right now.
A small confession: I did succumb to "traileritis" on Thursday night. I didn't buy the '74 Argosy 22 that I had considered earlier, but on Thursday I spotted a cute 1963 Serro Scotty Sportsman (15 ft) and somehow found myself the owner of it by nightfall. Here's a pic. I think we'll tow it to the National Scotty Rally in Pennsylvania later in July.
We have no idea where we'll stop today. The adventure is ON!