Eight Hours to Baltimore

Decisions. Maya and I debated and went back and forth and finally decided to return to Baltimore for dance camp. But we took our time. We played tennis in the hot sun, took our bikes to the beach for a swim. It was colder than yesterday and there was all sorts of debris in the water, perhaps due to the storm last night. Eric joined us, and then brought us to the Marine Resources Center, where many of the fish and mollusks and crustaceans used in the scientific experiments were stored.

We avoided leaving for as long as possible and then at 5:30 or so finally finished packing the car and picking up more machinery from Eric's lab. I drove to Falmouth to get a coffee frappucino with extra shots of espresso, and off we went. Maya did mathwork for two hours before settling into her movie. I found the driving long but calming, and other than struggling with my GPS in the car, which kept telling me to get off the 95 (I would turn it off when told to do something I did not like and turning it on to check my progress). I was thankful for NPR news, which I heard over and over again, so I caught up on all the news of the past week in a few hours. Actually the details kept repeating themselves over and over.

We missed dinner and just kept driving and driving and arrived home at 2:30 AM, having driven about 8 hours, exhausted, wiped out, but safe.