Day 16

"A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles."
--Tim Cahill

After breakfast had to say good-by to JB, one to many trips to the free clinic, just kidding. He has a new job to report to and we were very fortunate that he was able to spend two weeks with us. We will all miss his humor, it seems as if our group is now incomplete.

Headed north and a little west ending up the day in someplace called Newburgh, NY. Don't ask me where it was we just drove until tired. Great motel on a hill over looking a lake, turns out the longest paved runway is here along with a bunch of C-5 cargo planes.

On our way there we drove through Pennsylvania and on our way into Scranton I was reminded of a nonsensical song a folk singer named Harry Chapin wrote about a truck losing control and crashing on the hill into Scranton, "hit two houses, bruised eight trees, Blue Crossed seven people, it was then he lost his head not to mention an arm or two" you get the idea. Well...there was a traffic jam at the bottom of the hill and there it was a truck that lost control and crashed on the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.