Ok, it wasn’t long at all. Ryan and I were gone for about 36 hours over the weekend.
But it was strange.
We decided to hit the back roads of Pennsylvania and New Jersey to quench our junking thirst. We quite literally took the roads less traveled. Passing rolling hills of farm land boasting the most perfectly dilapidated old barns. Followed by the swampy marsh land dotted with the most perfectly dilapidated old boats.
We scored all sorts of vintage treasures hitting junk shops, flea markets and yard sales.
The junking trifecta if you will.
We even stayed at what seemed to be a trucker motel…
I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about that experience yet.
We had dinner in a swanky drape lined lair where men apparently wear fancy hats.
Ahh, yes, the things dreams are made of…
The wide open road, an empty truck and no real agenda. I’m so glad we chose this strange career.
Perhaps it chose us.
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