Below are the diary entries for June 23, 2007. We drove 702 miles (1123 km) today; in total, we have driven 702 miles (1123 km). Also, check out today’s photos.
Just when you think you've seen it all (a guy on a motor cycle with a small dog perched in front of him, for instance), someone surprises you. This time it was a lady in an ancient Chrysler with Pennsylvania tags driving with at least three (Mark says there were five) parrots. One, a big green and yellow thing, sat almost on her shoulder, next to the headrest. A smaller white one sat on top of its cage in the passenger seat, and the smallest one, which was also white, I think, was climbing its way up the interior, which was torn in places. Eric got a picture of her, too.
Another weird sight was a water tower somewhere in Georgia done up as a giant peach. We also saw one in Virginia that had been painted to look like a basket of apples. Unfortunately, I wasn't sufficiently awake to get a picture of the apple basket, but I did get the peach.
It's been a long day from 4 a.m. this morning. Eric and I of course took turns driving, but it still tiring and neither of us slept well the night before we left. Then of course there are all the last minutes things to pack and to do, so I'm always the last one in the car. I'm sure it drives the kids nuts, but someone has to take care of stuff so the house'll still be standing when we come back!
So, today began out lovely. Jeez. I woke up around 3:10 ('cause it's impossible to kick me out of bed any earlier) and I head downstairs to work with the MP3 player, and load it with music before we leave.
Great Success!!! NOT!!!
The damn thing wouldn't connect right, so I wasn't able to add music. So I figure I'll just do it with my father's laptop. However, since he's running Linux, it's going to be next to impossible to get it running properly, seeing as it requires the Windows Media Player 10/11 drivers, which Linux obviously has issues with.
Anyway, we get in the van, and it's much more cramped than anticipated. It sucks. My mother is busy doing something, I'm not sure what, but it's taking forever. We leave a couple minutes afterwards, and I catch some shut-eye.
So we've passed 3 or 4 rest stops/gas stations, had breakfast and snack, and as of 11:00am, have entered North Carolina. Good, Virginia was getting extremely boring.
Anyway, we're still en-route. God knows how long it'll take (too long).
Mark, to answer your question, the police departments use little aircraft (ie, Cessna's, Piper's, etc.) and they give chase from the air. The aircraft give cops an idea as to where everyone is, and help in any way possible.
My alarm goes off, it's 2:55 AM. The first thing that goes through my head: Oh my god oh my god! Today is the DAY! I get out of bed and I start waking up. At 2:57 I start gathering all of the trinkets that I couldn't pack yesterday of necessity. I get my phone and my watch and what not, and put them into a pile. My sleeping bag on the other hand, I could not yet pack, it needs to be rolled up first. I know how to roll one up thanks to my mom, who showed me a trick. That done, I sat at the end of the bed waiting for my mom to come into the room, signifying that the day has begun.
Mostly everything is packed so not much work is to be done. Frank goes downstairs to fiddle with his MP3 player and dad and I go pack the sleeping bags. Mom does what ever mom does in the morning, mainly make coffee and other things. She props the doors open with weight so that Kitty can't get stuck behind one of the doors. She gives Kitty food and sets the table. Dad and I put the sleeping bags into trash bags and put them in the overhead container. We zip it up and go inside. We had already put away the trinkets. We tell Frank to finish up while dad goes and drinks coffee. I go and play with the cat for one last time. She seems to really enjoy it. Frank comes upstairs in a bad mood, he can't get the MP3 player to work. It might have helped to get an MP3 player a little earlier then the day before the trip...
Dad, Frank, and I pile into the car and get comfortable. Tensions begin to rise as we wait for mom. Who knows what she's doing. Finally, mom comes to the door and dad tells her something, I don't know what. We pile in and the journey starts.
I try to get some shut-eye at the start of the trip. Not going to happen, but worth a try. I tell mom and dad, "Wake me up just before sunrise. I want to see it." They say okay and we continue heading down the streets. Just before our first rest stop is the Virgina Welcome Center on I-66, Frank wakes me up, I had been sleeping! "The sun is starting to rise." He said. We come to the visitor center and have a bagel. I just woke up, so naturally, food was welcome. We change places, Instead of: Me in the back, Frank in the middle, Dad driving, and Mom shotgun; It becomes: Me back, Mom middle, Dad driving and Frank shotgun. We barrel down the highway as Mom and I have a conversation. It was a meaningless one, just a time-filler.
We start heading down the road again. I don't notice a difference in space, but Frank does. Shotgun has more room then the center isle, who would have thought? We continue driving until about an hour later, we come to another rest stop. I-81.
The seats change again. Well, not for me, but the rest of us. I'm in the back, Frank in the center, Mom driving and Dad shotgun. Frank says he's happy that he has more leg room now. Frank and I start watching Beverly Hills Cop II and we are peacefully enjoying it when yet again, another rest stop. We get out to get gas and Frank and I start cleaning the windows with the sponge things they have. Not like they're clean, we probably just made them dirtier... Nevertheless, we keep at it until all the windows are clean. Dad, Frank, and I walk to the picnic table at the other end of the gas station. I notice it was dirty, so I went and explored up the steep hill until I came to a platform. Nobody eats there, so it was VERY clean. Comparatively of course, I wouldn't have eaten off it. We have a snack and we pile back into the small, small, small mini-van. This time I moved. Mom had back,, to try and get some shut-eye, Frank had middle again, Dad was driving and I had shotgun. Ah, the leg room!
We start off again, and I begin typing this story. I notice a sign that states: "Speed laws enforced by aircraft." AIRCRAFT?! Can somebody please explain how this works?! Does a plane have a megaphone, yell at the person that is speeding and say, "PULL OVER, PULL OVER! Thank you, now please wait while I land this plane at the nearest airport. Can I trust you to stay there while I drive back in a police cruiser? Thanks so much! I'll be back in an hour and a half or so! Cya then!" Somehow I doubt the integrity of some people. I bet that 95% of the people pulled over like that would just drive off... Meh, whatever... But still, some one please explain this to me. Thanks!