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The map said nine days; our hearts turned it into a highlight reel. We roll out at dusk, chase the Exorcist Steps before sunrise, get humbled by DC parking, and reset our nerves at Ford’s Theatre. A tunnel panic in Baltimore tries to hijack the ride, but we breathe through it and learn a trick we’ll use all week: pair fear with a bigger view. Philly greets us with a concierge win, a middling cheesesteak, and the Rocky Steps that feel exactly like you hope they will. At Black Tom Island we frame Manhattan from a safe distance—skyline, Statue, the whole promise—before diving in for real a day later.
New England turns the volume down and the color up. Norwood surprises us with an Italian spot where a guitarist clocks a necklace and invites our kid to play; Maine stuns us silent at Fort Williams Park and Two Lights, all spray and volcanic rock and World War II bunkers tucked into the cliffs. Hampton Beach gives us a sunrise worth the alarm. Salem offers context and restraint—Gallows Hill over jump scares—and Fall River lets us sleep soundly in the Lizzie Borden house with more respect than rumor and a checklist of sensible rules.
Then Manhattan wakes us up: Times Square’s theater of hustle, a hop-on, hop-off loop that turns chaos into chapters, Chinatown food that ruins takeout forever, and the wooden heartbeat of the Brooklyn Bridge underfoot. At the 9/11 Memorial, the world narrows to names and water. A deli Reuben stacks like a dare; Top of the Rock answers it with a Manhattan over Manhattan and a skyline that makes your phone feel inadequate. We drift west to Hershey for a nostalgic detour, then south to Gettysburg, where hills hold history and Dobbin House serves comfort in candlelight. A hidden mine bar under our hotel becomes our last great discovery, followed by one neon ghost town in South Carolina and a quick course correction back to a cracked-booth local joint. Buc-ee’s seals the deal with a snack victory lap.
This journey is part travel guide, part courage practice: how to plan smart, pivot often, eat well, and let a lighthouse, a bridge, or a sunrise be bigger than your fear. If you’re plotting your own loop, take the vantage point first, choose one unforgettable meal per city, and leave room for the places that find you. Enjoy the ride—and if this story moved you, follow, share with a friend, and drop a review so more road-trippers can find us.
LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!
Ready to explore more shocking true crime cases with us? Subscribe to Drink About Something for new episodes every Friday, and visit drinkaboutsomething.site with links to see all our content, including visual evidence from the cases we cover.
AS ALWAYS D-A-S
By Jendsey5
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The map said nine days; our hearts turned it into a highlight reel. We roll out at dusk, chase the Exorcist Steps before sunrise, get humbled by DC parking, and reset our nerves at Ford’s Theatre. A tunnel panic in Baltimore tries to hijack the ride, but we breathe through it and learn a trick we’ll use all week: pair fear with a bigger view. Philly greets us with a concierge win, a middling cheesesteak, and the Rocky Steps that feel exactly like you hope they will. At Black Tom Island we frame Manhattan from a safe distance—skyline, Statue, the whole promise—before diving in for real a day later.
New England turns the volume down and the color up. Norwood surprises us with an Italian spot where a guitarist clocks a necklace and invites our kid to play; Maine stuns us silent at Fort Williams Park and Two Lights, all spray and volcanic rock and World War II bunkers tucked into the cliffs. Hampton Beach gives us a sunrise worth the alarm. Salem offers context and restraint—Gallows Hill over jump scares—and Fall River lets us sleep soundly in the Lizzie Borden house with more respect than rumor and a checklist of sensible rules.
Then Manhattan wakes us up: Times Square’s theater of hustle, a hop-on, hop-off loop that turns chaos into chapters, Chinatown food that ruins takeout forever, and the wooden heartbeat of the Brooklyn Bridge underfoot. At the 9/11 Memorial, the world narrows to names and water. A deli Reuben stacks like a dare; Top of the Rock answers it with a Manhattan over Manhattan and a skyline that makes your phone feel inadequate. We drift west to Hershey for a nostalgic detour, then south to Gettysburg, where hills hold history and Dobbin House serves comfort in candlelight. A hidden mine bar under our hotel becomes our last great discovery, followed by one neon ghost town in South Carolina and a quick course correction back to a cracked-booth local joint. Buc-ee’s seals the deal with a snack victory lap.
This journey is part travel guide, part courage practice: how to plan smart, pivot often, eat well, and let a lighthouse, a bridge, or a sunrise be bigger than your fear. If you’re plotting your own loop, take the vantage point first, choose one unforgettable meal per city, and leave room for the places that find you. Enjoy the ride—and if this story moved you, follow, share with a friend, and drop a review so more road-trippers can find us.
LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!
Ready to explore more shocking true crime cases with us? Subscribe to Drink About Something for new episodes every Friday, and visit drinkaboutsomething.site with links to see all our content, including visual evidence from the cases we cover.
AS ALWAYS D-A-S