Away

I'm in Lake Placid, NY, which is one of my favorite places on earth. It feels kind of amazing that we got here, considering how difficult everything about preparation was, and we managed to get through the drive without any of the attached bags flying off the roof. I am driving a rented monster truck, which makes me feel bigger than, and by extension, superior to you.

A couple of random notes:

I saw a package at the ski area that was marked "Do Not Crush." Why do they need to print that there? What kind of package is okay to crush? I guess if you're mailing sponges or pillows it's fine, but as a general rule I try not to crush pretty much everything I handle.

In a decision that can only be the product of stupidity by committee (which is always the best kind of stupidity), the New York State Thruway is renovating ALL of its rest areas at the same time. So that means that from the New Jersey state line to Albany, a span of 140 miles, the only food you can get on the road is Roy Rogers fast food. We had a passenger who's a vegetarian, and she had mashed potatoes for dinner. Might have made more sense to renovate every other area, so that there might be a bit more variety every 50 miles or so, but that would have meant doing the same thing New Jersey did.

People are really nice once you get out of the big city areas.

I'm seeing Macbeth next weekend and so now I have to read the play, because it's tough to follow Shakespeare if you don't already know it. All I know about Macbeth is that it's very bloody and it has the line "Bubble, bubble toil and trouble" in it. I'll let you know how that goes.