Are We There Yet?

The last day of vacation had arrived. Breakfast almost became a buffet at Family Cupboard on Route 340 in Bird-in-Hand. I love the Family Cupboard, a smallish Amish restaurant that offers shoo fly pie on its breakfast buffet. Pie for breakfast is such a good way to start the day. Had they opened at 6:00 am, we would have gone there. We settled for the Sleep Inn. Afterwards, we headed out into the 61 degree morning to see who else was out and about. Amish people were working in the fields and farmyards. We drove by them, and we didn't even try to photograph them. Goodbye until next time.


We stopped in Maxatawny, PA, at a farm stand along Route 222, and loaded up on shoo fly pies for ourselves and for gifts. $3.95 for a whole pie was an amazing price. They went into the trunk where they would be safe. From us.


Near Bethlehem, PA, the GM turned 8,000 vacation miles. On Route 209, another country road, a deer strolled across the road in front of us, then a bird hit the windshield. All kinds of wildlife around.


We reached New York at 10:55, and took 84E. Lunch was at the Cracker Barrel in Fishkill. It was a light lunch, comparatively speaking. By the time we reached Connecticut, at 1:10, it was 87 degrees and a beautiful day. We got to Massachusetts at 2:55, and were headed for supper. The dance card said the Chateau in Norton. Did we all still feel like Italian? Yes we did, so we kept to the plan. Chateau was as good as ever. We were back on the road at 5:11, now headed for Bonnie & Clyde's house.


We unloaded their luggage from the car, all said farewells appropriate for having spent 24 days together, and then Donald and I took the GM for its next to last ride (with us). We checked the mileage for the trip, which officially ended when we reached Bonnie & Clyde's house, and we had traveled 8,340 miles. Donald's guess was closest, therefore Donald won bragging rights.


That was it. 24 amazing days of vacation for Bonnie & Clyde and Donald & Daisy had come to an end. It was our second cross-country trip together. Perhaps there will be a third.