A Sunday on Route 11

Saturday: I stayed in my pajamas and in my bed practically all day, just watching TV, reading and of course, Facebooking.

Sunday: After sleeping in, I was prepared for another all day of nothingness. But that’s not what I wanted to do. After an hour, I was already bored of the boring day ahead.

I desperately needed an adventure.

Enter: my friend Heather, a half tank of gas, umbrellas just in case, Route 11, and no map or ultimate destination.

A sleepy Sunday in Staunton.

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