From Savannah to Nyack

As you should know Sarah and I are moving to Japan to teach, but that is what happens next. First we had to leave Savannah.

We did not get out of town smoothly when we moved, in our great big truck, instead we had a few fits to our start; one of which involved cutting of a SCAD bus and being pulled over by the police right before the enterence to 16. The next minor calimity was due to the time of our leaving which was rush hour and I know that might not seem like a big deal but we were only just getting out of the city making our big break and moving on and being then stuck nearby in traffic while never having taken the monster of a vehicle we were in onto a highway, 45mins later we were on 95 smoothest sailing so far we make it into South Carolina with little incident but by then night was stedily falling and Sarah was begining to feel ill, from the bouncing and mind racking stress of hauling this unwieldy beheemoth through rush our traffic and the pains of leaving our home and friends behind (or so we thought) and we made it just barely outside of Georgia at all, more of a Symbol of our leaving than a practical start to the journey. Our place of rest for the night was a truck stop and infact was inside the cargo portion of our truck, which was set up nice and cozy for this very purpose with a made bed and everything. It turned out that our first night as ex-Savannians was not to pass peacefully into the next day, instead we wake up in the pitchblack of our closed up truck to find that Sarah's stomach was upset by more than our bumpy and uneven trip, she was sick, and we were not able to exticate ourselves from our moblie quarters as quickly as her stomach with the help of her esophagus was able to rid its self of contents which up untill that moment I would have found inoffensive. Luck is a wonderfull thing it comes in many forms; good, bad, blind, dumb and many others I am sure but what kind prompted us to have some plasitc bags well within the quick reach of Sarah's nimble fingers I am at a loss to say, but with its help and quick thinking on her part that incident did not go nearly as poorly as it could have. The next morning she was feeling a bit better and we were determined to start, as we climbed out of the back we noticed to our chagrin that the words which we noticed with humor on the side of our vehicle now made sense, "Gentle-Ride Van" it said, and from the moment we picked it up, through our pulling over ready for sleep at 7pm the night before we had thought of its size and unwieldy nature as contrary to those words, but there we were next to a long line of MASSIVE TRUCKS feeling a bit silly for having parked there and well aware from that point that we were in a van, and a gentle one at that.

Our second day passed mostly without incident untill we caught up with the storm. A lot could be said about that storm, that it had killed several children in the atlanta area already, or how it had decided like most travelers of the east coast to follow interstate 95, and like many tourits would take its time and see the sights. It was in Baltimore that we caught up to it.

stay tuned for the next installment, also hopefully sarah will add pictures to this -phil