Around 11am on Friday (moving day), Mister M said, "God, we'll be lucky to get out of here by four!" I scoffed.
We left at 5. With a seven-hour drive ahead of us.
It was a beautiful last trip across the Verrazano Bridge. Because only a crazy person would attempt to go through Manhattan on a Friday evening to one of the tunnels. So we stayed south and crossed Staten Island instead--it was slow, of course, but actually not nearly as bad as it could have been.
Having an extra day meant that we had time for a detour through Shenandoah National Park. A couple years ago we got one of those national park passes, and we were excited to get another stamp. :) We drove for about 30 miles down Skyline Drive and enjoyed the greenery.
We spent the rest of the weekend with Mister M's parents, resting and relaxing.