Virginia, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Nubbins of New York, and Connecticut

Rocky outcrops emerged between the trees in Pennsylvania, reminding me that I am getting closer to New England. The pines, which I had started to consider a driving companion gave way to unknown bare trees, whose branches resembled whisks that seemed to stir the dense fog above. Southern New York was like driving through Sleepy Hallow, and felt saturated with the makings of lore and legend.

New Haven, as picturesque as it is, is a reminder that nice towns charge hefty prices for rooms. Due to that, I find myself in a hotel in West Haven, overlooking the interstate and sharing a parking lot with a Walmart. No doubt a strong contrast to the stay with family and friends the last two nights.

Nevertheless, I am joyfully keeping myself entertained by making arts and crafts out of the hotel supplies, and the change from my pockets.