Both of us tire of the interstate travel, either as driver or as passenger, just sometimes it doesn’t make sense. Today was one of those days, but we still managed to get in a few back road miles. While traveling up I-81 in Pennsylvania on our way to I-84 Donna directed me to a road that appeared to be a shortcut, and it was a more direct route, but it probably didn’t save any time, still it was well worth the diversion.
We passed through Hometown, PA which is not to say my hometown, but just a town called Hometown. It did serendipitously take us through a small town that had been renamed for the man King Gustav V of Sweden called the greatest athlete in the world, Jim Thorpe. If you are wondering how the town got his name, even though Jim never set foot in while he was alive, read the explanation on Wikipedia.
We made a brief stop in Sparrow Hill, NY to visit with an older “cousin” of Donna’s, they share related grandmothers or something, who she has only exchanged cards with. She and her husband live in an awesome little place back in the woods that the cousin’s father built that overlooks the Delaware River (which can only be seen in the winter for all the trees.)
After a brief visit with them we headed back down to I-84 to continue our drive to the ex-Hardware Capital City of the World and my real hometown, New Britain, CT. Boy are we glad we don’t live around here, the traffic on I-84 not long after we entered Connecticut came to a grinding halt, all 3 lanes. It took about 30 minutes to creep 5 miles and then as magically as it appeared, it disappeared.
The other lanes is always faster
It always seems that way. Until you get into it, then it slows down.