I am sitting on my bed at the best western. This is proof that I am addicted to blogging every moment of my life, when I pull out the laptop to declare that I took a train here and am going to bed.
Cool story though: my dad and I navigated out of philly by a crappy map and the moon. Literally. The moon. We had no idea which road we were on for a while, but we figured it had to be the right general direction if the moon was there.
It's a good thing he's remotely outdoorsy. I wouldn't have remembered that a waxing crescent would be in the west.
Clara
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