🍁🚗 CRAZY 8 NEW ENGLAND ROAD TRIP — DAY 1: AND WE’RE OFF!

 Well, our Crazy 8 New England adventure has officially begun!

I was up at 4:45 Wednesday morning and Michael followed at 5:30. We were determined that the Browns were going to get an early start.

That was the plan anyway. 😂

Before we even backed out of our driveway, Michael discovered black stuff all around the knee of his CLEAN pants. And somehow my suitcases were immediately accused of something. He went back inside, changed his pants, and off we went.

Once we got to Mark and Susan’s, Michael investigated a little further and discovered the real culprit — the weather stripping on the back of our car.

MY SUITCASE WAS REDEEMED! 😂

We actually hit the road around 8:15, so despite the pants incident, we didn’t do too badly.

Our first day took us from Virginia, through Maryland and Pennsylvania, and eventually into New York.

We had a really nice drive and made our first stop outside Leesburg for a bathroom break and, of course, snacks. Then it was on to Gettysburg, where we stopped for lunch at the Gettysburg Family Restaurant.

And we definitely did not leave hungry!

Susan and Freida ordered salads and WHOA — they were huge! But they were loaded with protein and all kinds of good stuff, not one of those giant bowls where you dig around and discover you basically ordered 14 pounds of lettuce. 😂

Grace and I had the fried haddock. Opps no pictures of our plates! Michael had his heart set on liver and onions, but they were out, so he went with a pork chop. He also had a cup of the Chicken Barely soup. Mark had turkey and dressing, Wayne chose a chicken salad sandwich, and somehow I missed taking a picture of David’s lunch, so I have absolutely no idea what he ate. Eek!

Then came our first great controversy of the trip:

WHERE ARE WE STOPPING FOR ICE CREAM? 🍦😂

Susan and Grace were riding in the van and found a creamery that even had affogatos. Apparently we were only about a mile away, which we knew because Susan was texting the important ice-cream information over to Freida and me in our car. 😂

Unfortunately, Mark and David weren't interested in fighting the traffic to get there.

Let's just say the ladies in BOTH vehicles were not particularly pleased with that decision. 😂

So onward we went until we eventually stopped at Blue Ribbon Farm Dairy in West Pittston, PA

And guess what?

We ran into traffic getting there anyway! 😂

But here's where it got even funnier. As soon as we got off the highway, David realized where we were. He and Grace, along with Wayne and Freida, had stopped at Blue Ribbon Farm Dairy on their Vermont trip last year!

We hadn't planned it at all. Just one of those funny little coincidences that happens on a road trip.

As we were going in, we met a lady coming out who told us it was the BEST place for ice cream. She said she had been coming there since she was a little girl — and she wasn't exactly a little girl anymore — so between her recommendation and our four returning customers, I figured we had landed in the right place!

Everyone else got dishes of ice cream.

Michael and I?

Well, apparently we had to be bougie. 😂

We split a warm apple dumpling with ice cream, caramel sauce, whipped cream and dark cherries.

OH. SO. GOOD.

Then came one of those little road-trip moments I love. After starting our morning in Virginia and traveling through Maryland and Pennsylvania, at 5:26 PM we crossed the state line into NEW YORK! 🗽🍎

Of course I got a picture of the sign. 😂

Four states on Day 1 — Virginia ✔️ Maryland ✔️ Pennsylvania ✔️ New York ✔️

Back in the car, Michael and I spent a little quality marital time fighting with Apple CarPlay, trying to convince the car that we wanted HIS phone connected and not mine. Eventually we won that battle and continued on to our hotel in Woodbury, New York.

After everyone got checked in, the men and I headed over to the Woodbury Diner for a little something to eat.

Michael ordered fried chicken, and it was really good. Mark and I both had grilled ham and cheese. David was actually the one who put the grilled ham and cheese idea in our heads — and then he abandoned us and ordered tuna instead. 😂 Wayne had roast turkey.

If you're ever in the area, the Woodbury Diner was a great little stop. Our food came out really quickly and everything was good.

Then it was back to the hotel, where I promptly fell asleep on Michael.

And that, my friends, was the end of Day 1. 😂

Four states down and the Crazy 8 are officially on the road!

Today: WEST POINT! 🇺🇸

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When the Weather Sets the Pace

Friday felt like preparation day — the kind where you don’t panic, but you do start thinking ahead.  

Michael and I set out with a simple mission: birdseed, a shovel, and some salt for the sidewalk and stoop. Easy enough, right?

Our first stop was Ace Hardware. There was a sign by the door that read “Storm supplies are nonrefundable.” That gave me hope. Surely that meant storm supplies existed somewhere inside.

They did not.

We did manage to find birdseed, which felt like a small victory, but there was no shovel and no salt. Michael mentioned he had seen a shovel earlier in the week at Giant but didn’t want to impulse shop. I explained — patiently — that purchasing a snow shovel before a snowstorm is not impulse shopping. It’s simply being prepared. History supports me on this.

We tried Lowe’s next. Also nothing. We thought about Walmart but looked at the parking lot and the line of cars going in and said NO we won't. 

We tried Walgrens and no nothing so we gave up and headed home, where Michael heated up the beef vegetable soup he had made on Thursday. We’d had a change of plans and gone out to dinner with our friends Mark and Susan. So the soup had been waiting patiently. It was delicious, and the evening was relaxed and unhurried — a good way to ease into a winter weekend.

Saturday morning brought renewed optimism. I had read on Facebook that our nearby CVS had shovels, so before meeting John and Judy for breakfast, we stopped there.

No luck.

Breakfast, however, was excellent, and included plenty of laughter — especially at Michael’s continued belief that shovel-buying qualifies as an impulse purchase. I should mention we do own a shovel. It simply has a small crack, which Michael considers perfectly acceptable.

After breakfast, we stopped at Starbucks for my Skinny Caramel Macchiato. I am earning my stars, after all, and that seems important to note.

Back home, we settled in to wait out the storm… until I decided that if we were about to be snow- and ice-bound, we might as well go to dinner. So off to LongHorn we went. No regrets and saw a good friend while we were there so that was a win.

That night, we went to bed with nothing falling from the sky, which always feels like a tease. By morning, it was a full winter wonderland — snow on the ground followed by sleet, then freezing rain.

Sunday was quiet and still. We were able to watch our church service thanks to the staff and their thoughtful pre-planning and recording, which always makes me grateful. It doesn’t feel quite the same as being there, but it’s comforting not to miss it altogether and I was with others doing the same.

The rest of the day was lazy for me. Michael, on the other hand, spent much of it outside keeping the sidewalk and front stoop as clear as he could. By the time we went to bed, the storm had passed, though the roads were still questionable.

Monday confirmed that staying put was the right decision. Roads were not good, nearly everything was closed, and another day inside stretched ahead of us. Then, around 10:15, the sun came out — bright, cheerful, and completely unapologetic.

Let’s hope the ice melts enough in our driveway for the VW to get out. Right now there’s so much ice it won’t move forward at all. Then comes the question of whether we’ll be able to shovel things out once the plow comes through so I can get to work tomorrow. I’m sure the roads will be passable — it’s just the driveway that’s the concern. And of course, with these cold temperatures, it will all refreeze overnight.

As if on cue, the forecast is already hinting at another winter weather event next weekend. Whether it arrives or quietly changes its mind remains to be seen, but it does seem winter isn’t quite finished making its point. We’ll keep the shovel with the small crack handy — just in case. 

As others began navigating early-morning departures, with the weather the way it was, I asked Susan to keep me posted on their travels that morning,  She was lauging that I probably could have turned the whole thing into a blog. She’s not wrong — there was a story there. But don't worry they made it safe and sound and off to have a wonderful time with family. 

Sometimes the journey doesn’t involve going anywhere — it just asks you to pay attention. 

P.S. This weekend reminded me that not every story requires a suitcase — so we’ll see where that leads.

Day 6: Ringing in 2026, Dancing Chickens, and One Last Look Around

 We ended 2025 in the quietest, sweetest way — just Cilla and me.

I made her a cup of hot chocolate, and we settled in on the couch to “stay up” for the New Year. Michael, in his unwavering dedication to bedtime, had already gone to sleep, leaving the two of us to ring in 2026 together.

Now typically, I would have been sound asleep long before midnight. But there was no way I wasn’t at least pretending I was fully committed to this whole staying-up-for-the-New-Year thing. Every few minutes, as she lay stretched out on the couch, I’d ask, “Are you awake?”

She figured it out pretty quickly that this was not my normal routine. She even reminded me of how old I was.... 70 something!🤣

About eight minutes before midnight, I pulled up Fox, which was showing the New Year’s countdowns in both Washington, DC and New York City. We watched together, counted down, hugged each other, and said Happy New Year as 2026 arrived.

And then — about five minutes later — she looked at me and said,“Can I go to bed now?”  Like it was my fault we stayed up past midnight. 🤣

I didn’t want to race her to the bedroom, so I let her believe she was definitely more tired than I was. She headed off to bed first, fully convinced she’d outlasted me, while I stayed put, still very committed to the idea that I was all in on staying up.

By 6:38 a.m., I was wide awake — and everyone else was sound asleep.  That felt about right.

After a slow start to the morning, we left the condo around 10:00 a.m. and headed to the Frizzle Chicken Café for breakfast.

And before I go any further, an important clarification: the chickens are not real. They are animatronic — singing, dancing chickens mounted on the walls. Honestly, that probably makes the whole thing even more entertaining.

Oh my… what an experience. Michael was having way too much fun joining in with the chicken dance song — except instead of clucking like the chickens, he was quacking. I’m still not sure how that happened, but once it started, there was no stopping it.

Cilla, meanwhile, was very hungry. She ordered an omelet and pancakes and absolutely did them justice:
half the omelet, one whole biscuit, and half an order of chocolate chip pancakes.

After breakfast, we headed over to Beyond the Lens, hoping to finally ride The FlyRide. 

And once again we weren't able to ride the FlyRide, sign on the door said all the FlyRide times were supposedly booked for the rest of the day.  I’m sorry — I’m not buying that. There were hardly any cars there, and I really think they just didn’t have anyone available to operate it again today. So, we moved on.

Next stop was The Island in Pigeon Forge. As soon as we walked up, we were greeted by the fountains and Michael and Cilla found seats to enjoy — water choreographed to music, dancing right in front of us. 

We wandered around a bit, did some shopping, and Cilla thought she wanted to ride the Ferris wheel… until two other rides caught her attention instead.

First was The Happy Swing, which had only a short wait. 

Then came the Thunder Dome, a bungee-style trampoline ride. That one had about an hour wait, but once she was on it, she was absolutely living her best life. Totally worth it.

After meandering around a bit more, it was time for souvenir shopping. Oddly enough, Cilla didn’t want to come in — so I did the shopping alone while she and Michael waited in the car. Go figure. The girl who usually loves to shop… didn’t want to shop.

By then, Cilla and Michael were hungry again, and I thought the Wood Grill Buffet might be a good choice. It was not.  Fortunately, they found enough to fill their bellies. As for me, I’m pretty sure I could go a month without eating and be just fine — but I did find a few things that worked. Cilla found the ice cream afters she finished eating.....

After dinner, we headed back to the condo to pack up and clean up for our departure the next day.

As we are zipping up suitcases and gathering things one last time, our hearts are full. This trip wasn’t about seeing everything or sticking to a schedule — it was about slowing down, sharing time, and experiencing places through young eyes once again.

Watching Cilla take it all in — the fun, the questions, the moments of hesitation that turned into excitement — reminded us why these trips have always mattered. Each season of travel looks a little different, and this one was special in its own way. I wish we could go back and travel with our girls when they were younger we have learned so much through the years I think we would have even more fun.

Our hope — and our prayer — is that we’ll be able to make memories like these with our other great-grands in the years ahead. If we’re given the chance, we look forward to more trips, more laughter, and more moments that become stories they’ll one day tell. 

Because the travel bug hasn’t gone anywhere…it’s just waiting for the next little suitcase or even a bigger suitcase if the daughters or grands want to travel too. —  💙✈️

 

Day 5: Trolleys, Penquins, and Knowing When to Head Back

 We headed out around 11-ish today — yes, another slow start for us, but by now that’s clearly our vacation rhythm. We stopped at a Dunkin because I just needed another cup of coffee!

Instead of driving, we made a very smart decision and took Mass Transit, hopping on the trolley for $3 each to head into Gatlinburg. And let me just say — good thing we did. Traffic was so bad that I am confident if Michael had been driving, we would have turned around and come straight back to the condo. Michael and Cilla took in the sights and I captured them in a couple of pictures.

We took the Pigeon Forge trolley up to the Gatlinburg Visitors Center and then switched to the Gatlinburg trolley to take us on into town. By the time we arrived… well, at least I was starving.

Y’all — there were so many people. Whew. But we spotted Blue Moose Burgers & Wings again, and the wait was only about 20 minutes, so that sealed the deal. We ate there (no regrets), watched Iowa take down Vanderbilt, and when we left, Duke and Arizona State were tied 14–14. UVA and Virginia Tech basketball was also on, and I think it may have been tied around 36–36 — if I’m wrong, please give me grace. I was keeping up with a lot of games at that point.

I’ll say it again — I really wish we had Blue Moose in Fredericksburg. I like it much better than Buffalo Wild Wings.

After lunch, we headed over to Ripley’s Aquarium of the Smokies. 

Cilla spent some time in the play area before we wandered through the exhibits. We saw all kinds of fish and sharks, and I managed to catch a picture of what I now call the “Cilla Fish” — she stood right in the middle of the tank and blended right in.

"Cilla Fish"

Eventually, we found what I had been waiting for — the penguins. And they did not disappoint, although we sadly missed their afternoon walk. Still, totally worth it.

From there, we headed over to Ripley’s Super Fun Zone, where they have indoor miniature golf and laser tag. We played a round of mini golf inside, which was a nice break from the crowds and the cold outside.

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Several holes you had to spin a wheel to see how you were to golf and Cilla had to do it on her knees...well one time it told me to do that and guess what...NOPE I didn't do it that way.  

Final score Pops was the winner! But to be fair none of did very well. 

Proof that on Hole 9 I got a hole in one!

By then, it was time to start heading back toward the trolley. The crowds were growing fast as people came up for the ball drop, and we knew better than to plan on staying that late.

Anakeesta is a mountaintop park overlooking Gatlinburg, reached by gondola or chairlift, with scenic views, walking paths, and attractions — and from below, it can look a little scary before it starts looking fun.  We had planned to visit Anakeesta, a mountaintop adventure park high above Gatlinburg, but from the ground it looked a bit intimidating and Cilla declined… until later, when it suddenly looked like a great idea and now it was too late. But really if we had done that we wouldn't have seen all those fish, sharks and penquins and no mini golf either.  So in the end it all worked out.

The Smoky Mountains gave us a sunset we won’t soon forget — quiet, glowing, and absolutely beautiful.

The trip back down to Pigeon Forge was quick, and once we made it back to the condo, I took one look at the traffic and made an executive decision: Uber Eats was feeding us tonight from Dairy Queen. We just ran out of steam to go anywhere else in the traffic.  

Tomorrow is our last full day here, and we already have a plan — getting up and out early for pancakes. According to Cilla, pancakes are very important, and we aim to respect that and start 2026 right! 

Stay tuned… one more full day to go.

—  💙🥞🐧