Upon leaving the touristy village of intercourse PA, loaded up with all the neccessitities of survival, GPS, Blankets, box of peanut granola bars, CD's, Snow chains, I headed out into the arctic gale that was sweeping across the nation. It was with a feeling of exhileration and anticipation for the unknown i set out feeling like Roand Amundson the polar explorer. I quickly located the vast array of CD's I spent all yesterday burning and slid Dire Straits into the CD slot. The beats were on and I was rollin through snow covered amish land. I cut south through M
I had been glancing at the GPS plastered to my windshield for the duration of my southward trek and been noticing my lil' arrow making headway and cutting away the miles, once the GPS let out the shrill sound "you have reached your destination", panic instead of releif set in. I was still on the outskirts of a spiderweb-like maze of confusing roads and didnt know where anything was, and my directionally challenged mind was spinning. I figured WTH, i'll wing it. It was at this point after playing around with some features I noticed tourist attractions and I plugged in the capitol building into my GPS. I plugged in parking in and my eyes widened "nearest parking" 2 miles. I'd have to hoof it. I found myself parking way over by the waterfront and was 1.1 miles away from the historical sites according to "
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I left historic DC and headed back to my car. Feeling tired and cold, I folded back into the car and headed out my destination lying somewhere south, where exactly? I couldn't be sure, this was cold here, and the further south the less violent the approaching storm would be. I hit Interstate 95 south to