We awake near the lake, lodge, and pandemic-abandoned swimming pool of Bear Mountain State Park…but the Bear is not the Beast I speak of…
Only one hour down river the Saber-toothed jaws of New York City yawn, as evidenced by an unusual amount of graffiti and Hasidic families present in the park. I can feel her familiar hot breath flowing backwards up the Hudson with the rising tide, licking my toes, hungry for sacrifices…RUN!!
I mean DRIVE! Just around the apex of our coast to coast to coast journey we struggle, at first, to build up escape velocity. DRIVE! Drive towards the Middle! And when you get there, tell em Buddy sent ya.
New Jersey to PennsylTucky 
Buddy Lou’s in Hancock, MD 
Near Berkeley Springs, WV 
Antiques, Margaritas, Good Food 
