The Connecticut Expedition
Day 1: Spirits are high as we ride into the blinding sun. Ohio is quiet. Zombies suspected. Jess annoyed with rest stop service. Suspected that she will flip over a cashier in anger.
Day 1 (Supplemental): Rest stop on fire... Ohio burns...
Day 1 Supp: Perhaps my jokes were ill-timed, or the recipient in ill-humor. Maybe this state is evil. Regardless, Jess has attempted to removed my thumb and forefinger with both her bare hands and her power window. Caution in the future seems to be the best plan.
Day 1 Supp: Pennsylvania is in every way a better state than Ohio. Better scenery, fewer cops on the road, fewer fires, and somewhat less dead rest stops along the trails. Things ahead looking better.
Day 1 Supp: CD player is overheating. Morale is waning. More importantly, road signs state that we should "Stay Alive!" and have noticed increased military patrols. Have concluded that zombies are in the hills. Also there are falling rocks. Outlook dubious.
Day 1 Final: After fending off a rare strain of Pennsylvanian spider, we arrived in the dark heart of Jersey. This damnation filled morass was a drain on both mind and soul. Nearly destroying our expedition from the inside out. Descending into madness at breakneck speeds, we passed the harrowing halls of blood and the windswept bridge of cataclysms. Escaping to the lands of York was not much better. Almost crushing our spirits into its endless grind of bodies. Alas! We persisted in our quest and arrived safely at our goal. The port of Bridges and its humble end of holidays. For now we rest...
Day 2: Having twice fended off the persistent keepers of housing, Jess blazed a trail into the port of Bridges proper. Having made our way through the labyrinthine roadways, we ventured to the town of Litchfield, and sampled their collection of wines and cheeses. It was here that I discovered a bleu cheese that was beyond proper words to explain... I was unsettled however to discover its point of origin... Jersey... Yes, that den of misery and mist was home to this heavenly cheese! Leading to one conclusion... of course they would be good at making moldy cheese. Bastards... Outlook positive.
Day 2 Supp: After careful reflection and three seconds of thinking it through, 380 acres of land was purchased in order to establish a proper forward camp for furthre expeditions to our most recent discovery - The Village. And not that Shamalamalan one...
Day 1 (Supplemental): Rest stop on fire... Ohio burns...
Day 1 Supp: Perhaps my jokes were ill-timed, or the recipient in ill-humor. Maybe this state is evil. Regardless, Jess has attempted to removed my thumb and forefinger with both her bare hands and her power window. Caution in the future seems to be the best plan.
Day 1 Supp: Pennsylvania is in every way a better state than Ohio. Better scenery, fewer cops on the road, fewer fires, and somewhat less dead rest stops along the trails. Things ahead looking better.
Day 1 Supp: CD player is overheating. Morale is waning. More importantly, road signs state that we should "Stay Alive!" and have noticed increased military patrols. Have concluded that zombies are in the hills. Also there are falling rocks. Outlook dubious.
Day 1 Final: After fending off a rare strain of Pennsylvanian spider, we arrived in the dark heart of Jersey. This damnation filled morass was a drain on both mind and soul. Nearly destroying our expedition from the inside out. Descending into madness at breakneck speeds, we passed the harrowing halls of blood and the windswept bridge of cataclysms. Escaping to the lands of York was not much better. Almost crushing our spirits into its endless grind of bodies. Alas! We persisted in our quest and arrived safely at our goal. The port of Bridges and its humble end of holidays. For now we rest...
Day 2: Having twice fended off the persistent keepers of housing, Jess blazed a trail into the port of Bridges proper. Having made our way through the labyrinthine roadways, we ventured to the town of Litchfield, and sampled their collection of wines and cheeses. It was here that I discovered a bleu cheese that was beyond proper words to explain... I was unsettled however to discover its point of origin... Jersey... Yes, that den of misery and mist was home to this heavenly cheese! Leading to one conclusion... of course they would be good at making moldy cheese. Bastards... Outlook positive.
Day 2 Supp: After careful reflection and three seconds of thinking it through, 380 acres of land was purchased in order to establish a proper forward camp for furthre expeditions to our most recent discovery - The Village. And not that Shamalamalan one...