That’s how far I drove this past weekend.

Okay, my wife actually did all the driving. (Why? I don’t know. A glutton for punishment perhaps?) Still, it’s a long way to go in a weekend and I am, to use an English colloquialism, knackered.

The occasion was a get-together/family barbecue at Ron’s house in Saratoga County, New York. We drove from our house in Central Maryland to Keasbey, New Jersey to pick up my brother Don. Then up to Ron’s place, where Max’s family had already arrived.

It was a long drive. We got up before 5:00 AM on Saturday, then Sunday left around 10:00 AM and didn’t get home until after 9:00 PM. (There were some rather nasty storms, traffic jams, and, well, little girls need to stop more often than I do.)

But it’s okay. We got to spend time with some of our favorite people in the world. Oh, and we also managed to drink some good beer. I’m not looking to do it again any time soon, but I would do it again.

Thanks guys.

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