I’m in Maine! Eleven hours of fighting vacation traffic, and three more hours tomorrow.
Thank you, kind Mr. Policeman, for giving me a warning instead of a ticket when I was speeding while I was lost and looking for a hotel! I had no idea I was going that fast. Strange car, and my feet were in I-95 mode.
I-95, I’m happy to report, is as insane as ever. But Maine is so beautiful! It’s great to be back here.