Packed up the family and drove to New Jersey to visit relatives and celebrate Kylee's fifth birthday last week. We managed to make pretty good time (18 hours) from Tampa. Driving for that long sucks, but the trip cost me a third of the price of plane tickets, and I didn't have to rent a car when I got there. I haven't lived in Jersey for about ten years, but it is exactly as I remember it. During my first fuel stop at one of the gas stations on the Jersey Turnpike, a woman pushed my car out of the way with her car, so she could get closer to the pump. "Oh! I need to get a little fuckin closer to the pump there buddy"....Then the bitch acted like she didn't even do anything odd. We drove up to Vermont to do some hiking while we up there too. Kylee has never seen a mountain before, so that was kind of fun. I will attempt to attach a picture from our hike. I'm sure I'm setting a bad example for my kid, but what else are you supposed to do after hiking to the top of a mountain? I'm still not sure why I held my nose in this picture, the lake below was at least 4000 feet down.