Our vacation has had varied times: two cars trying to stay together on the highways of New York City and through its busy streets. Quiet nights sitting in the whispering winds on the sandy beach grass of Long Island Sound. I've seen more stars than I can recall, the Milky Way stretching above me like a puddle from a carelessly bumped cup. The past few days have been relaxing, I've been reading and sitting as my father collaborates with area pastors on local FM radio stations.
Last night we stayed with a great couple from the local church. I slept in a log cabin style house high in the hills of Massachusetts. Orson Scott Card's tales of Ender have kept me occupied, General Tso's chicken has kept me fed.
My driving restrictions have kept me from direct interaction in occasional high-speed highway madness.
This morning has been spent eating blueberry muffins and enjoying the forest breezes on an open porch as I read Shadow Puppets.
Now the time has come to move on, Connecticut is our next destination. Soon I'll be out of books.
Updates will continue if I continue to find food and a connection.