We are finally out of New York. I don't really care for the place personally. Most of the people you meet are kinda mean and everyone is in a hurry. I guess being from the south has a lot to do with the way I feel. I do have to admit that I seen a part of it that I wouldn't have believed was New York if I hadn't seen it for myself. We had to go from Binghamton over to White Plains and we took 17 east. What a pretty ride, there is a winding river on one side of the road and mountains on the other side. There were all these little cabins sitting along the river, covered in snow, alot of the water was froze. I wish I could have gotten some pictures, but it was already getting dark and my camera will not take a good picture thru the windshield at that time of day.
We are on our way to South Carolina, and when I spoke with Robert today he said he would get us home for the weekend.
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