We had smooth sailing until we came to about Harrisburg, and then it started to snow. A lot. Traffic slowed to a crawl, and we crept our way down I-78, and then onto I-81. Trucks managed to blow by us, tossing sand and salt slushies in our faces as we tried to count the snow-covered cows. We considered the merits of going back to Voorhees, NJ (sure, it's Friday, but it's not the 13th or anything), but taking the giant cross made out of scaffolding as a sign, decided to keep going (though hell should bar the way). We made it to Maryland (still snowing) and then popped into the knuckle of West Virginia (oh my god, still snowing) and finally into Winchester, VA, where we decided to stop before Lizzie's iron grip broke off Hybrid Maude's steering wheel. We shoveled food into our faces, and downed adult beverages, and shall sleep all of the sleep until tomorrow, where upon we shall make our way toward Nashville, TN.
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