Driving across upstate New York was sort of brutal. Blake was going worst moment because he lost $100 in about three minutes at the roulette table, and we were both pretty tired.
So to pass the time, Blake made this sign he held against the window to show motorists as we flew past them. The reactions varied widely from amusement to indifference. Most people gave thumbs up, which is really odd if you think about it. The best reaction came from a guy on a motorcycle, who used one hand to close his nose and the other to whiff away dirty air. Classic.
So to pass the time, Blake made this sign he held against the window to show motorists as we flew past them. The reactions varied widely from amusement to indifference. Most people gave thumbs up, which is really odd if you think about it. The best reaction came from a guy on a motorcycle, who used one hand to close his nose and the other to whiff away dirty air. Classic.
As we drove along the New York Turnpike, Blake noticed a sign to exit near Cooperstown, so we veered off course to check out the Baseball Hall of Fame. Fantastic choice.
The whole town of Cooperstown is so best moment.
The broadcasters' wing of the Hall of Fame: a lofty goal for this roadtripping knucklehead.
As we drove east and entered Vermont, it got dark in a hurry, and the campsite we planned on staying at had no vacancy...
...so we found this completely remote spot way back in the woods. This was hardly a campsite. No one patrolled it. It was honor-system camping. There was a drop box where we were told we had to put $10 in order to stay for the night. We decided to do our share on the way out the next morning.
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