Our plan for our first day on the road was to drive straight through New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia and Regular Virginia and stop in Knoxville, Tennesse.
But. After a few hours of driving on the highway and passing all these beautiful old barns at 65 miles per hour, we started getting really frustrated and depressed. What the hell was the point of driving across the country if that meant only passing through these people's lives and leaving them behind as fast as we'd entered them?
So we decided, screw this. Let's get off this goddamn highway.
We were instantly rewarded with a pretty ice cream parlor, and a pistachio milk shake for me and raspberry for Ariele.
We asked the girls behind the counter if they knew of any thrift store or flea market in the neighborhood. They told us of a "huge Goodwill" in the next town, Winchester, VA. Alright. Goodwill. Why not.
We drove down that road for maybe thirty seconds then had to pull over again because we'd spotted a pile of wood and an old farm over yonder. The pile of wood, upon closer inspection, was disappointing, but the barn was a definite thing of beauty. It looked abandoned, so we asked the neighbors on both sides (a pet clinic and an old lady with a small black dog and not all her teeth) who told us that the owner had died and that the barn was basically left to decay. We were told to check with the guy who still worked on the fields behind the barn and lived in a yellow trailer house nearby. We were told he was very nice. We asked if it was ok if we went in and they said sure!
Lo and behold, abandoned Virginian farmhouse.
Very eerie being there. Obv.
And that's how we ended up far behind schedule. It seems that once you get off the beaten track it's kinda hard to get back on it with all the ice cream and cool things and places and stuff. So we didn't make it to Knoxville that night. But that's more than fine.