I went through Virginia, which is where I really quit paying much attention to the scenery. I jumped over into West Virginia, then Pennsylvania, finally getting onto the New Jersey Turnpike. This was feeding me into New York, but there was a problem. A policeman stopped me and told me I could not go through the Holland Tunnel with the butane on my truck.
The policeman suggested I take either the George Washington Bridge or the Hoboken ferry. I fought the traffic of cars and people during the rush hour. I made wrong turns and finally pulled over laughing. I was so close to home, but I was lost! A policeman had to help me find my way home. It was a crazy journey with a crazy ending.
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