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I’ve done something wrong with my life, I haven’t road tripped until now.

This was only across a few States and with only my toddler in tow. And really, far less junk food than I would have required had I done this in my late teens, early twenties. I’m talking like an old woman now. I’m not, but to be fair the furthest road trip you could take in the area of Japan I lived in was about 3 or 4 hours depending on traffic. So now I’m making up for lost time. We recently traveled up to Carrollton, Ohio to visit some family, and this is post one on our trip.

Please excuse the fact that almost all of these photos are out my dirty Jeep windows, but I was trying to power through and not stop too much. The first photos I ended up taking were just before I crossed over into Virginia, when I spotted a mountain. Though if my husband has been with me, he would have reminded me that it’s not actually a Mountain if it wasn’t once a dinosaur murdering, active volcano, or as majestic as the Olympics. But when you live in the flat area we do, I was excited to see even one misshapen blob of Earth. I sacrificed a few minutes to pull over and check out the viewpoint for Pilot Mountain.



From there I drove on into Virginia, where I realized I hadn’t really looked at my route, and trusted my GPS fully, because I had no idea I was going to be driving in a bit of the Blue Ridge Mountains as well. I even passed the actual turn-off for the Blue Ridge Parkway. See you again in the fall, turn-off. I’ve heard it’s one of the most breathtaking places for Fall leaves, so I’m all over it. Seriously, Google image that nonsense and it will make your brain freak out about all things Autumn.



From there on out, all of the States pretty much blended together and looked exactly the same. Lots of green hills, tons of corn, and a whole lot of… ahem… interesting looking folks. I hadn’t seen a single trooper until I crossed over into VA. BAM! Cop after cop after cop. Good thing I don’t have a CA license plate on the Jeep or I may have been targeted for going a little over the limit. Oh yeah, 7 over, tops… I’m a wild one.




But really, it’s a very pretty drive, and I did get through two audio books each way. One of those books was Bossypants by Tina Fey, so if you happened to be driving next to me, I’m very sorry for the ugly face I make when I’m trying not to crash while laughing hysterically. I can imagine it looks something like if you gave a cow a facelift and threw M&M’s at it’s mouth. That’s the best analogy I can come up with. Try and imagine it. No? How about this one; When you’re driving and feel an epic sneeze coming on and know if you close your eyes you will kill 75 people in a pile up, but if you don’t close your eyes they will pop out of your skull. It’s sheer horror and maniacal laughter rolled into one. It ain’t pretty, people. If you’re going to road trip with a toddler really the only things I needed were a small backpack full of his favorite toys, a book or two, and all of his favorite snacks. The first time he got out of the car was at the VA rest stop and he ate it in the parking lot. With skinned knees, blood all over, he looked at me and said “I DON’T WANT VIRGINIA!” You and me both bud, you and me both. It was a wonderful first road trip, and I’m glad we got to count cows. I totally.played the license plate game by myself. HIGH SCORE BITHEZ. Also hey, look at me posting a travel post on Travel Tuesday, about time right?!?!


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As you can see, New Bern is really, really hideous.

Oh who am I kidding, it’s adorable. All of the houses on this street looked like the doll houses I begged for and never received. Lookin’ at you parents! To make them even better, most of them were little B&B’s. Swoon worthy little B&B’s. Dreamy little B&B’s.  It was such a sleepy little town. No really, we went on the wrong day and basically everyone was sleeping. I am not accustomed to the South and how Sundays and Mondays are basically off days for everyone. They don’t really do that in Southern California, instead, mornings things are closed if the surf is good, and open if the surf the prior evening was bad.


There is no surf here. But everything is closed. Brain does not compute.

Thankfully, there were a couple of shops open we could cruise and escape the heat for a moment. The HEAT. Oh man, another Southern staple I am not a fan of. I like the sunshine… and the thunderstorms, but the heat? No thank you, sir. I do like on the sleep days how a lot of the shop owners had their dogs with them. One shop had a multitude of Corgis, one of which slept in a playpen which was squee worthy.  I think I’ll make a few more trips to check out the Farmers Market, bike rentals, carriage rides, and a few of the restaurants. We ended up back at our favorite sushi joint, Ginza Japan.


It’s a bummer I don’t drink soda, and never have, or I’d probably be really excited about it being the birthplace of Pepsi.




Oh and did I mention there’s bears everywhere?


No not those kinds of bears. These:


Please excuse my child.

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