Early in the morning we dropped Mark off at Dulles airport and headed down to North Carolina, through the state of Virginia. In Virginia, the first thing I noticed is that everyone actually drives 55, and the cops are watching. Also, the traffic on the interstate is horrible – it’s almost like everyone in DC takes off going south on the weekends, so Saturday morning at 9am, rush hour starts.
But it did get me thinking about the patterns of how people have settled over the country. Most of the biggest cities are in places where a traversable body of water meets land, and they all seem to have slightly different personalities. Meanwhile, people balance their desire to be in the midst of all the action (in the cities) and their desire to be with nature, in open spaces. The thing that struck me is that I’m probably experiencing the last of our current configuration of people. People have congregated in cities because they’ve needed to be near the jobs and the stores and the schools and the people they work with. Only some people have moved out into nature, and many have made these separate vacation homes or stayed within a reasonable commute to a nearby city. But with the advent of the Internet, more and more people can telecommute. In fact, on this trip, I learned that for the most part, had I been on my own, I could have run 75% of my business from the road. The only parts that would have been a problem are the in person meetings and speaking engagements, the networking events, and handling incoming “snail mail”. It makes me feel like I’m seeing the last of an era, and that humans will spread out over the world in a completely different pattern within the next few decades. It’s actually quite intriguing to me to imagine that I could at some point pick anywhere to live, as my home base, and it could be fairly remote as long as I could easily travel for in person work engagements. But that’s still a long way off. Because even though I’m enjoying this trip – regular travel is a completely different story. We’ll definitely stay in California for the next ten years or so.
My sister and her daughters live in North Carolina, so we spent two final days with them before beginning our long trek back to California. As usual, the cousins loved spending time together. We hung out at the pool, did laundry, grilled out and my sister and I got a couple of nights of good talking in as we caught up on each other’s lives. We joked about the journey back. They had seen a sign at Wilmington, North Carolina, on the I-40 that said something like 2700 miles to Barstow California. That’s one thing that’s going to make driving the southern route home easy. One freeway that you can catch a few minutes from my sister’s house in North Carolina, goes all the way to a small city a few hours from my house, in California. It’s going to be a long drive home - but at least it will be pretty hard to get lost. Here goes – the last big long week!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Days 20 – 21 - Washington DC
After staying the night in Maryland, we drove to Washington DC. We picked a downtown hotel, hoping that we’d get free parking so we could explore the city without worrying about our car. We were right that we had downtown parking, but it did cost quite a bit.
We decided to get around by taking “the Metro”, DC’s subway and train system, but while we were told it went by “every” point of interest in DC, we soon learned that meant “give or take 10 blocks or so”. We got off at the closest stop to the White House, and walked to the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and all the way back home to our hotel. I guess for security reasons they don’t make it very easy to take public transportation close to those sights – OR we chose the wrong form of transportation. But, despite our confusion and learning curve, exploring Washington DC was really fun.
On Friday we decided to go to the Smithsonian. For some reason, I had always imagined the Smithsonian to be one HUGE museum, kind of like the Louvre in Paris. What I found out is that the Smithsonian is actually a whole slew of different museums, many of them close together, and all of them spectacular. Even better, they are all free. We saw the Natural History Museum, the National Art Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and even a little bit of the Zoo before the day was over. We could have stayed for a week and still not seen everything. But I did have a bit of a problem with the kids. Although a few of the exhibits mildly intrigued them, they were still high from their experience at the Boston Science Museum and they kept asking me if we could go to a “to do” museum instead of a “to see” museum. I thought that was an interesting way of putting it. They are so used to learning interactively, that looking and reading about things is simply boring. They need to touch, feel, experience, and what’s more, run around. Even by the end of the night, when Mark and I were both practically limping back to the hotel with swollen knees and burning feet, the kids were giggling, running, jumping, and goofing off.
The only big problem we had in DC was mosquito bites. We never thought to bring bug repellent with us sightseeing; yet when it cooled down in the evening we were still out there, and so were the mosquitoes! The itching since then has been awful, but the ability to walk around the city in the evening and actually experience it was really fun – I wish we could have stayed longer.
We decided to get around by taking “the Metro”, DC’s subway and train system, but while we were told it went by “every” point of interest in DC, we soon learned that meant “give or take 10 blocks or so”. We got off at the closest stop to the White House, and walked to the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and all the way back home to our hotel. I guess for security reasons they don’t make it very easy to take public transportation close to those sights – OR we chose the wrong form of transportation. But, despite our confusion and learning curve, exploring Washington DC was really fun.
On Friday we decided to go to the Smithsonian. For some reason, I had always imagined the Smithsonian to be one HUGE museum, kind of like the Louvre in Paris. What I found out is that the Smithsonian is actually a whole slew of different museums, many of them close together, and all of them spectacular. Even better, they are all free. We saw the Natural History Museum, the National Art Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and even a little bit of the Zoo before the day was over. We could have stayed for a week and still not seen everything. But I did have a bit of a problem with the kids. Although a few of the exhibits mildly intrigued them, they were still high from their experience at the Boston Science Museum and they kept asking me if we could go to a “to do” museum instead of a “to see” museum. I thought that was an interesting way of putting it. They are so used to learning interactively, that looking and reading about things is simply boring. They need to touch, feel, experience, and what’s more, run around. Even by the end of the night, when Mark and I were both practically limping back to the hotel with swollen knees and burning feet, the kids were giggling, running, jumping, and goofing off.
The only big problem we had in DC was mosquito bites. We never thought to bring bug repellent with us sightseeing; yet when it cooled down in the evening we were still out there, and so were the mosquitoes! The itching since then has been awful, but the ability to walk around the city in the evening and actually experience it was really fun – I wish we could have stayed longer.
Day 19 – Connecticut and New York City
We had some neighbors in California with kids the same age as ours, and they moved to Connecticut a few years ago, so on Tuesday night we drove out to see them. It was late when we got there, but the kids had a fun sleepover, and it was great to catch up with our old friends, even for a little while. My friend Stephanie had to leave very early Weds morning for a business trip, but her husband Tim and their two children decided to join us for our adventure to see the Statue of Liberty on Wednesday.
My kids had only two requests related to places they wanted to visit on our trip: the Statue of Liberty and the White House. Really, those were the only things they know about so far in school. We had planned on skipping New York City and just focusing on Boston and DC, but I really wanted to find a way to work the Statue in, and so this adventure began. I was trying to accommodate both the kids request to see Lady Liberty and my husband’s request to NOT drive in down town Manhattan, so my original plan was to visit from the New Jersey side. But as it turned out, our directions would have taken us through New York to get to New Jersey anyway, and as predicted, even with the GPS system on loan from our friends, we missed our turn, got stuck going over a bridge we didn’t want to go over, had to pay toll twice to get turned around and were stressed out of our minds trying to find a place to park once we finally found Battery Park.
But after that, New York was really cool. We found one of those little markets that are half grocery store, half take-out restaurant, with chairs and tables upstairs, and had lunch pretty much like the locals. There were some people eating lunch and playing cards at the neighboring tables, and of course everyone we asked for a place to eat had sent us to the expensive Italian dining restaurant in the park. So we felt pretty good finding the market on our own. Everything seemed to work out perfect for us when we didn’t have the car to worry about. The line for the ferry was awful, but once we finished lunch it had gone down to nothing. It was a nice boat ride over to Liberty Island with amazing views, and I spent a good 30 minutes just sitting and taking in the New York skyline from the grass in front of the statue. The kids were really bummed that we couldn’t go inside – you had to make reservations in advance for that – but all in all it was a wonderful time.
Even though it’s been six years since 9/11, we couldn’t go to New York without thinking about it. On Liberty Island they have a memorial of trees and a plaque where you would normally have seen the twin towers, and I was surprised at how quickly the emotions came back just being there. We found out we could walk just a few blocks to visit ground zero once we got back to Manhattan, so we decided to do that before leaving. It was a huge construction site and you couldn’t make out much, but there were quite a few memorials already up on the walls in the viewing area.
We read what we could read, stopped at another local market for ice cream, and made our way back along the beautiful stretch of sidewalk along the water back towards our parking place. Once we got back in the car, we immediately got lost again and completely stressed out trying to drive and find the tunnel to New Jersey. So we’ve now learned the lesson of not driving in downtown Manhattan about three times over.
By the time we got out of New York and into New Jersey, Mark and I decided to drive for awhile and get moving down towards our next stop – Washington DC. I did have a cousin in Philadelphia, but with everything going on, we had to bypass that great city as well this time around. One thing about trips like this – you can’t think of it as a “once in a lifetime” experience, or you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to do everything. I keep thinking of course there will be a next time, and now I’ll know better what I want to see and do. But for now, I’ll take in whatever I can take in. Mark and I drove all the way through New Jersey and got a hotel either in Delaware or Maryland. Although we couldn’t see much at night, it became very apparent that there is SO much more to see on the east coast. We passed over the Chesapeake Bay, and I honestly think we’ve passed seven or eight presidential museums or homes.
My kids had only two requests related to places they wanted to visit on our trip: the Statue of Liberty and the White House. Really, those were the only things they know about so far in school. We had planned on skipping New York City and just focusing on Boston and DC, but I really wanted to find a way to work the Statue in, and so this adventure began. I was trying to accommodate both the kids request to see Lady Liberty and my husband’s request to NOT drive in down town Manhattan, so my original plan was to visit from the New Jersey side. But as it turned out, our directions would have taken us through New York to get to New Jersey anyway, and as predicted, even with the GPS system on loan from our friends, we missed our turn, got stuck going over a bridge we didn’t want to go over, had to pay toll twice to get turned around and were stressed out of our minds trying to find a place to park once we finally found Battery Park.
But after that, New York was really cool. We found one of those little markets that are half grocery store, half take-out restaurant, with chairs and tables upstairs, and had lunch pretty much like the locals. There were some people eating lunch and playing cards at the neighboring tables, and of course everyone we asked for a place to eat had sent us to the expensive Italian dining restaurant in the park. So we felt pretty good finding the market on our own. Everything seemed to work out perfect for us when we didn’t have the car to worry about. The line for the ferry was awful, but once we finished lunch it had gone down to nothing. It was a nice boat ride over to Liberty Island with amazing views, and I spent a good 30 minutes just sitting and taking in the New York skyline from the grass in front of the statue. The kids were really bummed that we couldn’t go inside – you had to make reservations in advance for that – but all in all it was a wonderful time.
Even though it’s been six years since 9/11, we couldn’t go to New York without thinking about it. On Liberty Island they have a memorial of trees and a plaque where you would normally have seen the twin towers, and I was surprised at how quickly the emotions came back just being there. We found out we could walk just a few blocks to visit ground zero once we got back to Manhattan, so we decided to do that before leaving. It was a huge construction site and you couldn’t make out much, but there were quite a few memorials already up on the walls in the viewing area.
We read what we could read, stopped at another local market for ice cream, and made our way back along the beautiful stretch of sidewalk along the water back towards our parking place. Once we got back in the car, we immediately got lost again and completely stressed out trying to drive and find the tunnel to New Jersey. So we’ve now learned the lesson of not driving in downtown Manhattan about three times over.
By the time we got out of New York and into New Jersey, Mark and I decided to drive for awhile and get moving down towards our next stop – Washington DC. I did have a cousin in Philadelphia, but with everything going on, we had to bypass that great city as well this time around. One thing about trips like this – you can’t think of it as a “once in a lifetime” experience, or you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to do everything. I keep thinking of course there will be a next time, and now I’ll know better what I want to see and do. But for now, I’ll take in whatever I can take in. Mark and I drove all the way through New Jersey and got a hotel either in Delaware or Maryland. Although we couldn’t see much at night, it became very apparent that there is SO much more to see on the east coast. We passed over the Chesapeake Bay, and I honestly think we’ve passed seven or eight presidential museums or homes.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Days 17 & 18 - Boston, Massachusetts
On Monday, August 18th, we packed our bags and headed down to Boston, where my brother Ali lives. We have never seen his house before, but he lives right downtown, within walking distance of almost everything. Monday afternoon we walked right out his front door to the Boston Commons and Public Gardens, and made our way through Fanueil Hall down to the Wharf for a nice dinner at the Chart House. On the way back we went to Newberry street and stopped for Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Newberry street is "the" shopping district, and it almost reminded me of walking in Paris at night.
On Tuesday we got up early and went to the Boston Science Museum. We took a "duck tour", which is a tour of the city in a World War II amphibius vehicle that can go from land to water and back. We drove around the city and then right into the Charles River for some additional sightseeing before we returned to the museum. There was so much to do at the museum, from witnessing a lightening show, to doing puzzles, playing with hollograms, seeing live animals, building things with weights and pulleys, to seeing planatarium shows, and a butterfly garden, that we could have spent several days just hanging out there. As it was we had to tear the kids away in the afternoon so we could head out for the next leg of our journey. Note to self: reserve three or four days for each city I care about next time.
On Tuesday we got up early and went to the Boston Science Museum. We took a "duck tour", which is a tour of the city in a World War II amphibius vehicle that can go from land to water and back. We drove around the city and then right into the Charles River for some additional sightseeing before we returned to the museum. There was so much to do at the museum, from witnessing a lightening show, to doing puzzles, playing with hollograms, seeing live animals, building things with weights and pulleys, to seeing planatarium shows, and a butterfly garden, that we could have spent several days just hanging out there. As it was we had to tear the kids away in the afternoon so we could head out for the next leg of our journey. Note to self: reserve three or four days for each city I care about next time.
Days 14 - 16 - New Hampshire and the Big Race
In New Hampshire, us "non-competitors" had a chance to relax and play, while the athletes prepared for their big day. Kaelyn and Justin were thrilled to see their cousins. There was a nice sandy lake beach a short walk from the hotel, and it had a big raft after the drop off that the kids could swim out to and jump off of. Growing up in Michigan, I had played on these big rafts before, but it was a first for my kids and they loved it. The athletes donned wetsuits and got a feel for swimming in the lake water while the rest of us enjoyed the beach, and later the hotel pools. Our hotel suite had a full kitchen, so we bought groceries and cooked real meals.
Sunday, August 17th we all got up before dawn for the Timberman 70.3, which is half of an Iron Man. The swim is over a mile, the bike is over 50 miles, and the run is more than 14 miles. My sister organized this race and rallied together her triathlete friends and half her family as well. They even came up with a team name and had everyone wear the same jerseys, and brought extras for those of us cheering on the sidelines. I took pictures of over 15 "growling geckos", most of them from North Carolina where my sister lives, a few from Boston where my brother lives, and one from California (my husband). It was a hot day, and almost everyone made it, with varying degrees of success, but it was a long tiring day, and we didn't get back to the hotel until evening.
The triathlete life seems to be kind of addictive. Mark had a hard race, with his hamstrings cramping up so bad he had to stop and stretch quite a few times on his bike. My sister had a hard race with her feet hurting so bad she had to take off her shoes and try to run in her socks. One of the other members of the group felt too squeezed to get air in her wetsuit and had to stop on the swim. We watched people collapse from the heat, and watched a girl crawl to the finish line because her legs were so cramped up. Yet, afterwards I watched Mark in conversations with my brother about bike drills he could do to help him prepare for steep hills, and many others in the group planning their next big race.
I don't want to plan all of our vacations around these races, and I'm not the thriathlete type, but it is definitely inspiring to see how much this lifestyle helps adults stay healthy and balanced. My sister said for her it's always been having that goal that has kept her in Iron Man training, and then she naturally burns calories through her training, so that takes care of keeping her weight under control. It also seems to provide a natural social outlet, as all her friends are triathletes too.
We have now reached the Northeast point in our Journey, and are ready to drive down the east coast - hitting some of the big historical cities on the way. First stop - Boston, Massachusetts.
Sunday, August 17th we all got up before dawn for the Timberman 70.3, which is half of an Iron Man. The swim is over a mile, the bike is over 50 miles, and the run is more than 14 miles. My sister organized this race and rallied together her triathlete friends and half her family as well. They even came up with a team name and had everyone wear the same jerseys, and brought extras for those of us cheering on the sidelines. I took pictures of over 15 "growling geckos", most of them from North Carolina where my sister lives, a few from Boston where my brother lives, and one from California (my husband). It was a hot day, and almost everyone made it, with varying degrees of success, but it was a long tiring day, and we didn't get back to the hotel until evening.
The triathlete life seems to be kind of addictive. Mark had a hard race, with his hamstrings cramping up so bad he had to stop and stretch quite a few times on his bike. My sister had a hard race with her feet hurting so bad she had to take off her shoes and try to run in her socks. One of the other members of the group felt too squeezed to get air in her wetsuit and had to stop on the swim. We watched people collapse from the heat, and watched a girl crawl to the finish line because her legs were so cramped up. Yet, afterwards I watched Mark in conversations with my brother about bike drills he could do to help him prepare for steep hills, and many others in the group planning their next big race.
I don't want to plan all of our vacations around these races, and I'm not the thriathlete type, but it is definitely inspiring to see how much this lifestyle helps adults stay healthy and balanced. My sister said for her it's always been having that goal that has kept her in Iron Man training, and then she naturally burns calories through her training, so that takes care of keeping her weight under control. It also seems to provide a natural social outlet, as all her friends are triathletes too.
We have now reached the Northeast point in our Journey, and are ready to drive down the east coast - hitting some of the big historical cities on the way. First stop - Boston, Massachusetts.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Day 13 - New York and Vermont
Our trip through New York was only notable in that we were on a toll road and got acquainted with toll road service plazas, which offer gas and an indoor food court of sorts, with three or four restaurants, a newstand / gift shop, restrooms, ATM machines, and tables and chairs with wifi. We were SO hungry and wet after Niagara Falls that we were hoping to eat at a nice restaurant, so we were actually disappointed when we found it to be more of a food court. But at the same time the idea of getting OFF the tollroad, paying toll, finding a restaurant, and getting back on seemed cumbersome. So we went with the food court.
We did learn how HUGE the state of New York is, and we got a strong sense of where upstate New York was compared to "mid" New York, and how crazy it is that New York City is on kind of a wierd little corner of the state, so stretched away from the natural state boundaries that it might as well not be in New York at all. We got quick peaks at Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse, and Albany, and then we headed into Vermont - which may as well have been a completely different country.
Vermont seems to be mostly trees, mountains, and quaint little towns where all the eateries are little country diners in what looked like old New England style houses. The food was surprisingly expensive, and it was all home-made, which is good if you are used to home-made food. My kids loved the hot chocolate, and the processed food, but they didn't eat the mac and cheese, which was made from a rather lumpy cheesy white sauce, or the bread and butter which used "real" butter, or the home-made french fries that actually tasted like real potatoes in strips with a crispy outside.
Vermont reminded me mostly of Colorado, because everywhere I looked there was a bubbling brook or stream with little whitewater rapids. It was the only state other than Colorado where we saw hitchhikers and hikers, and we stopped in quite a few places to look at beautiful landscape views of the mountains. You could see the ski resorts as well.
We only spent a few hours driving through Vermont before heading into New Hampshire and looking for our hotel. Even though the states are right next to each other, New Hampshire seemed quite different from Vermont. We listened to Boston radio stations, and Mark and I immediately noticed the license plate tagline "Live Free or Die." We also noticed that the seat belt law seemed to only apply to kids under 18. Both states seemed "free-spirited", but Vermont more in a quaint, welcoming, outdoorsy type way, and New Hamphire just a little more in your face, with hard core fisherman and signs that say "This is not Burger King - you don't get your burger your way, you get it my way or you don't get it".
We finally found our hotel and got familiar with the Lake area. New Hampshire has a whole part of the state that is called the "Lake Region", and the big lake we will be staying at: Lake Winnippesaukee, is only one of several in the area.
We did learn how HUGE the state of New York is, and we got a strong sense of where upstate New York was compared to "mid" New York, and how crazy it is that New York City is on kind of a wierd little corner of the state, so stretched away from the natural state boundaries that it might as well not be in New York at all. We got quick peaks at Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse, and Albany, and then we headed into Vermont - which may as well have been a completely different country.
Vermont seems to be mostly trees, mountains, and quaint little towns where all the eateries are little country diners in what looked like old New England style houses. The food was surprisingly expensive, and it was all home-made, which is good if you are used to home-made food. My kids loved the hot chocolate, and the processed food, but they didn't eat the mac and cheese, which was made from a rather lumpy cheesy white sauce, or the bread and butter which used "real" butter, or the home-made french fries that actually tasted like real potatoes in strips with a crispy outside.
Vermont reminded me mostly of Colorado, because everywhere I looked there was a bubbling brook or stream with little whitewater rapids. It was the only state other than Colorado where we saw hitchhikers and hikers, and we stopped in quite a few places to look at beautiful landscape views of the mountains. You could see the ski resorts as well.
We only spent a few hours driving through Vermont before heading into New Hampshire and looking for our hotel. Even though the states are right next to each other, New Hampshire seemed quite different from Vermont. We listened to Boston radio stations, and Mark and I immediately noticed the license plate tagline "Live Free or Die." We also noticed that the seat belt law seemed to only apply to kids under 18. Both states seemed "free-spirited", but Vermont more in a quaint, welcoming, outdoorsy type way, and New Hamphire just a little more in your face, with hard core fisherman and signs that say "This is not Burger King - you don't get your burger your way, you get it my way or you don't get it".
We finally found our hotel and got familiar with the Lake area. New Hampshire has a whole part of the state that is called the "Lake Region", and the big lake we will be staying at: Lake Winnippesaukee, is only one of several in the area.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Day 12 - Canada and Niagara Falls
One thing that struck me as we began to drive into "great lakes" territory was the clouds. All the way accross the country the sky was clear and blue, but as soon as we got into Indiana, close to Lake Michigan, I noticed big puffy white clouds in the sky - lots of them. The sky was still quite blue, but I was struck by how many clouds there were. I assume it's from the water on the lakes. I also thought it might be just a coincidence in the weather. But after five days I'm thinking it must be the lakes.
We drove into Canada at Port Huron and had a long drive through green landscapes to Niagara Falls. It was fun listening to the canadian radio jockeys joking about the summer Olympics and referring to us as "states". It was nice hearing French on the radio, and I noticed even more clouds in the sky.
Except this time it turned out to be thunderstorm clouds. By the time we got close to Niagara we were in a blinding thunderstorm and we were worried we wouldn't even be able to see the Falls. Thankfully, they give you plastic ponchos for your ride on the "Maid of the Mist" boats that take you right up to the falls. So even though we got drenched, we were somewhat protected after that tour.
The falls were amazing, even on a cloudy day in the rain, and I definitely recommend taking the boat tour. On the New York side there was no wait and the boats weren't too crowded, but on the Canadian side they were very crowded. Luckily we had decided to view the falls from New York, so we were able to enjoy the experience, get our fill, and drive on to Syracuse afterwards.
The kids have been remarkably well behaved in the car. I think it is tiring and boring for them sometimes, but we've made a habit of letting them swim in the pool when we get to the hotel, and they seem to do much better when they can nap, and we take the trip in chunks.
Tonight we are relaxing and watching the Olympics in our hotel in Syracuse. Tomorrow, we head to Lake Winneppesauki in New Hamphire, where Mark, along with my sister and brother, will race in the Timberman - a half Iron Man. I've never been there but the area looks beautiful. It's only 6 hours away, so we'll have plenty of time tomorrow to take it easy and check out the area.
We drove into Canada at Port Huron and had a long drive through green landscapes to Niagara Falls. It was fun listening to the canadian radio jockeys joking about the summer Olympics and referring to us as "states". It was nice hearing French on the radio, and I noticed even more clouds in the sky.
Except this time it turned out to be thunderstorm clouds. By the time we got close to Niagara we were in a blinding thunderstorm and we were worried we wouldn't even be able to see the Falls. Thankfully, they give you plastic ponchos for your ride on the "Maid of the Mist" boats that take you right up to the falls. So even though we got drenched, we were somewhat protected after that tour.
The falls were amazing, even on a cloudy day in the rain, and I definitely recommend taking the boat tour. On the New York side there was no wait and the boats weren't too crowded, but on the Canadian side they were very crowded. Luckily we had decided to view the falls from New York, so we were able to enjoy the experience, get our fill, and drive on to Syracuse afterwards.
The kids have been remarkably well behaved in the car. I think it is tiring and boring for them sometimes, but we've made a habit of letting them swim in the pool when we get to the hotel, and they seem to do much better when they can nap, and we take the trip in chunks.
Tonight we are relaxing and watching the Olympics in our hotel in Syracuse. Tomorrow, we head to Lake Winneppesauki in New Hamphire, where Mark, along with my sister and brother, will race in the Timberman - a half Iron Man. I've never been there but the area looks beautiful. It's only 6 hours away, so we'll have plenty of time tomorrow to take it easy and check out the area.
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