On our camping trips, I don’t dawdle when it’s time to leave. Wake up, pack up, and hit the road. Sparky is adaptable, but prefers the unstructured leisure of mornings at home.
We left East Harbor State Park before 8 am. Sparky wants to be a good wingman, but the early hour was taking a toll.
Now that we are home, Sparky says that he blinked when I took the photo. When I reminded him that he looked like that for 10 minutes, Sparky says he was trying to remember if 269 South went right to Route 2.
Maybe he was. Once we got on Route 2, he took a proper nap.
When we got on the turnpike, he tried to hypnotize me until we got to the next exit. Sparky says he was trying to get me to stop taking pictures while we drive.
Once we got on I-480, he assumed his typical car-ride demeanor.
Since I was still taking pictures and Sparky was no longer trying to hypnotize me, his stated objective is in doubt. While we were on the turnpike, I suspect Sparky was trying to compel me to stop at Sheetz at Lear Nagle and Lorain, to pick up a Slim Jim.
We had done that on the way out to East Harbor, and Sparky had enjoyed the experience.