We made it home after a largely uneventful 670-mile day home from New Haven in a 21-year old car, which did very nicely, thank you. Largely uneventful -- because we took evasive action, first skirting bad traffic on the George Washington Bridge by skooching up to the Tappan Zee, then by heading west via 78 to 81 because it was clear our late start doomed us to hit DC around rush hour. Finally, after we got news that a truck carrying cars had caught on fire south of Harrisburg caused a nearly 2-hour backup on 81, we took another jog (via a beautiful mountain traverse in Maryland which took us across the AT), though eventually we ended up back on 81 and dropped down to Danville on 29.
Things might have been different had we left earlier, but we didn't, because between racing around New Haven in a rented truck jamming things into a storage unit with Natalie and her most excellent senior year roommate Anya (who grew up in Atlanta but whose family is from Tbilisi, so we call her Anya from Georgia Georgia), Natalie bustled around seeing friends. Which made sense. COVID made this a tough year for socializing and exams were just over. So it was good to see her wanting to touch base one more time with her peeps, who are a really nice group of folks.
But in any case, we got home late, at which point in time I got an email from a former fellow board member which was the equivalent of a large stinking unflushed turd. Joy of joys. On with the day.
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