November 21st, 2008.

It’s like my world is filled with pee. And traffic. Traffic and pee. We’re racing to Danville, PA and we’re running about 37 minutes behind schedule, which is going to make set up very, very tight. We might be able to make it there on this tank of gas, which means we really don’t want to pull over unless we HAVE to – and I have to go to the bathroom. Holding, patience, self-denial, these are all rob specialties – but this has me a bit tense. The suspense is killing me. As is my bladder. Fortunately, all the rivulets of water cascading down the cliffsides that we’re driving past through NY, NJ and PA are frozen.

That would just be unfair.

Oh no! DELAWARE WATER GAAAAAAAAAP!!!!


Beautiful stars as we race in on Danville, PA. We passed through a pretty heavy squall of snow, just enough to see it collecting on the road. In general, traffic’s been light once we crossed the Delaware Water Gap (must’ve been that damned nun) and minus the stop for gas (and other things) we’ve been making good time. As is typical of Pennsylvania, the view straight up is spectacular and simply dark in all other directions. Tail lights and headlights and the flash of roadsigns and roadkill and little else. The spark of our passage reflected on chrome and dead deer eyes. 7 miles. When we get there we should have about 10 minutes to get settled in and start playing. Way tighter than I like it, but we can manage.

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