Rudy is really, really glad to be out of the truck today. Yesterday was his longest ride yet with 6 hours spent rolling down the highway. We really peeled off some miles to make our way to Seneca Lake. It sucked. We have become spoiled with only traveling short distances every two or three weeks to a new campsite.
It feels like we have landed on a different planet here. The last 160 miles or so yesterday was interstate driving which always leaves me feeling completely disconnected. You get absolutely no sense of the area you are traveling through while on an interstate. So we left New England behind when we drove off route 9 in Vermont and we entered into what now feels a little bit like living inside of a weird snowglobe full of funny tent camping people. When you shake up the globe it rains, the wind blows really hard and a whole lot of black labs cut loose and run around barking in a sea of campfire smoke on a huge field of nearly dead grass. This is where we are now.... In limbo between New England and the Midwest. This park is really far removed from anything or place that you may know or care about and since it is on an old military base it has a strange vibe to it. It's a big blank spot on the map dotted with campers. Am I making it sound awful? It's not.... I don't mean to make it sound like it bites. It's just highly different from where we have been for the past few months.
I am not too sure what we are going to "DO" while we are here. I want to drive to Ithaca, NY to go to the Moosewood Restaurant. I think it's about 30 miles from here and would be a worth while trip. Other than that I am not sure. The lake is WAY too big to take the kayak out. It would be ridiculous to even attempt it. My internet time will be short and sweet. I may not post more than once or twice while we are here. Sometimes you have to post really unflattering, bizarre looking photos of yourself to get a point across and this would be one of those moments. I did not know Billy was snapping pictures of me while I was out praying to the Gods at Verizon Wireless to reach out and touch me with a connection to the net... but he was. Don't linger too long on my outfit or you may go blind with confusion. This is what is required of me to get online at all in this location...
Point made? There must be therapy groups out there organized to help people like me. Clearly I have a problem that needs to be addressed. Or it may be more accurate to say I have several problems that all need to be addressed or redressed or something. Anyway... now you have a visual to keep in mind (sorry) while reading any future posts I write while at Lake Seneca.