Here’s the first post about my trip to New York!
McKenzie hops behind the wheel at a rest stop.
The only sounds on a motorcoach at 3 in the morning come from the engine. The handful of people who boarded in Greenville, Pennsylvania had gratefully shoved pillows between their heads and the window or the headrest and napped. I was one of them. I only have a very faint recollection of the three stops that we made before dawn
It wasn’t until just outside of Milton, Pennsylvania that my mom and I both finally woke up and squinted out the window. The bus was stopped outside a Flying J, the front of which screamed “RESTAURANT” and “TRAVEL STORE.” We were beckoned to by the prospect of warm coffee and food, a chance to stretch our legs, and a bathroom.
Around 7:45, we sat down in the RESTAURANT portion…
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