June 25, 2007
So we had a whirlwind of a trip, leaving last Monday afternoon at around 2 pm and arriving back home Friday night around 10 pm.
Monday, we drove from Michigan through lower Ontario along a pretty two-lane highway, re-entering the US in Buffalo, where we spent the night. The next morning, we got up and drove along the Thru-way across Upstate New York, making many sidetrips in suburbs of Rochester, Utica, and Syracuse to stop and sign books at Barnes & Noble and Borders.
One of the best parts about road-tripping is the sidetrips/stopping to smell the roses part. By the time we got to the Rochester area, we were hungry for breakfast. And after meeting a most helpful woman at the Barnes & Noble in Pittford, New York (she wore really funky glasses and I forgot to write her name down! doh!), we asked her for a breakfast recommendation.
We'd been thinking of an IHOP or
Perkins, but asking the locals is always a better way to go, and boy were we right on this time! She directed us into the little village/shopping area of Schoen Place for breakfast, where we found the Coal Tower restaurant and its yummy Belgian waffles. Across the street was a park and boardwalk along the Erie Canal, which I'd never seen, so, voila! Here's proof that I was actually there. (The other picture below shows the cylindrical red Coal House restaurant in the background, in Schoen Place, Pittford, NY.)
Anyway, it was a delightful little area–I highly recommend it if you're traveling through. I would have spent much more time there in the shops (and, ooh! there was a lovely little spa too!) if we hadn't needed to be in Albany by 5pm.
The other odd/cool thing about that day–actually, about the whole trip–is that we realized halfway across New York that we were driving in silence. I mean, no radio or CD. We had occasional conversation when I wasn't dozing or working, but no music. That was…well, to quote Wallace Shawn, "Inconceivable."
Think about this: my husband's moniker is Music Man for a reason. The guy lives for music. He'll spend ten minutes fiddling with the stereo or CD player to get a certain station/track to play in the background for a two-minute task. I'm not kidding.
He'll move an entire stereo system outside for an evening bonfire.
He'll make the entire family wait while he finds a particular CD before we leave to drive to the grocery.
The guy needs music like most of us need water.
And we drove our entire trip–Michigan through Canada, across New York, down to Philadelphia and then to Washington DC, back through Virginia, Pennsylvania, Ohio and Michigan without ever turning on the radio once.
And it was lovely.
So, you? Do you road trip in silence or to jams or news? Do you take sidetrips or just want to get there? Best side trip ever?





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