> > I share Ralph's fears - it might be a Jersey thing. First time I was
> > set loose alone I drove to Cape May, 2 hours away.
> >

Must be something of a driving compulsive in that part of the world!   As
a newly licensed teen, I made a deal with a buddy that if he would help me
stretch the canvas on the bisected Old Town canoe I was rebuilding, I would
take him on a canoe trip in the Adironcacks.   After two days of paddling in
the Fulton Chain of Lakes and dealing with far too many portages, we decided
to get in the car and head East to see if the Atlantic Ocean was any more
interesting.   We got to Cape Cod far too soon for our teen travel mood, and
when deciding what to do next, decided to flip a coin.   Heads would mean
turning right and heading toward New York.   Tails meant turning left.
Before flipping, we decided not to follow the advice of the coins but to see
how they fell and then see how we felt about it.   They fell saying, "Turn
Right".  We said, "Oh Darn.", so, we turned left and the next thing we knew
we were running out of gas in the middle of a big isolated game refuge in
eastern Nova Scotia.   Oh so glad the parents didn't know then, they still
thinking we were simply happily skirting with drowning closer to home.
When I finally got home and truthfully answered their question about "How
was the
trip?", my father's jaw dropped further than I had ever seen, he having
never
driven further from Ithaca than New York or Buffalo in his entire life.

cp safely in bc
(now commuting 90 miles each way between home and work in neighbouring
cities)   (scale is all relative)

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