Funny, that. Neither was I. I had planned on calling a halt at some point for a bit of a break; food and maybe some hours of snoozery after the festivities in Reading. I just kept procrastinating until it would have been silly to stop, given that I was only half an hour from Eldemar. First, I replaced the dead headlight and added some coolant ton the ailing radiator. (Which was why it kept yelling at us, BTW. Yeah ... turns out it had not a damned thing to do with the temperature, as I recall declaring with such confidence on the way to ... the place with the hard-to-remember name) At first it was to soon to stop, then I was on surface streets, and didn't want to lose my place in the "creative" layout of PA byways. Then there was that blizzard playing peek-a-boo with the DC beltway... ok, maybe not a blizzard, "per se", but it had traffic slowed down to, like, 60 or 70, so it must have been pretty bad. Then, I just plain forgot it for the rest of the trip. :-) And soon , there shall be the telling of the tales of my adventures, assuming I can still recall any of them when I get up.