As a chronic road tripper I’m used to seeing the states go by pretty quickly. But I’m not sure I’ve ever hit six of them in a single weekend! It all started in Massachusetts. I have to count my home state, right? Friday morning I jumped in my car to head to…
Well, I was just passing through on my way to White Mountains of New Hampshire, where my friend Kathy got the perfect shot of me getting the perfect shot:
That’s Artist’s Bluff, by the way. Nice hike. I spent the night in a camper for the first time in my life before going home the following afternoon. Sunday I took the train through Connecticut to New York City, and my first order of biz was to walk a little bridge in Washington Heights, named after some President.
The George Washington Bridge passes from New York to New Jersey. That was my sixth state in three days: Massachusetts, Connecticut, Vermont, New Hampshire, New York, New Jersey!
I finished the day in gorgeous Fort Tryon Park:
The road home took me back through Connecticut to Massachusetts. And that completed my six state weekend!