After finally having come to terms with our not planning to touch the Atlantic after crossing the country, we changed our minds again and decided that we can't not see the Atlantic after having driven so far. And due to a fluke of the mid-Atlantic geography, our shortest path was to drive to NYC and see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.
But as Bobbie Burns once said, the best laid plans o' mice n men gang aft agley.
Instead of leaving at 6a, I slept through my alarm (and roosters) to finally wake a 7.15. I quickly grabbed 3 energy bars & a coke and started the engine. Sarah commenced the aforementioned wailing and gnashing of teeth and we drove off under leaden skies. As we got closer and closer to NY, the rain got heavier and heavier. Looking ahead at the weather reports, heavy rain was expected in NYC and a small craft advisory (therefore, no fun on the ferry ride, unlikely to see the statue of liberty from shore). So, 2 hours out from the NJ shore, we adjusted our course 180 degrees for Buffalo and the crossing into Canada.
I was depressed and took a nap while Martha took over the driving. There is a definite upside to voyage en RV.