Yesterday's Big Apple-ventures were maybe too much excitement, so today was a mellow driving day. (Mellow for me, maybe not for the people behind me, who were honking and passing with angry abandon.) I did stop in Hershey to see if the air really did smell like chocolate (sort of) and to stock up on candy supplies, in case my newfound stock of Reggie Bars isn't enough. Driving with a sugar high isn't illegal, is it?

Anyway, got into Pittsburgh near sunset, so not a lot of time to check out attractions. I happened to stop at a hotel which was holding a crafting workshop in one of the ballrooms, so I made a scrapbook of my trip with some stuff that's accumulated along the trip: a patch of my zombie costume, a matchbook from Vegas, a leaf from near Juneau's Mendenhall Glacier, a free pamphlet from Pueblo, Colorado, etc. Two of my classmates were players from the Pittsburgh Harlequins rugby club. Seriously. The one guy's scrapbook included a piece of an old tooth.

Now listening to: Nancy Sinatra, "These Boots Are Made For Walking"

(Photo by boyghost)