That Old Gang of Mine....

After finding that the chickens had let themselves out of the coop (they were hanging out in the driveway) this morning, we eventually managed to herd them into their pen - not an easy task... However, we still managed to get on the road before 8:00, eating Jean's oatmeal cookies and stopping for only one gas-up in Whitehall.

We were on a schedule (probably the only schedule of the trip) because the Mountain division barbershop contest started at 11:00 in Colonie, NY. With fifteen minutes to spare, I had enough time to put a full Windsor knot in my tie. Lisa watched the entire show while taking entertaining notes about the hideous barbershop attire. She was excited since her Grandfather used to sing with the Green Mountain Chorus (when all the old guys were only sort-of old).

For those of you waiting with bated breath (or if you have money riding on the contest), the Green Mountain Chorus placed fourth.



After the contest we headed to the Colonie Mall to get a necessary ingredient to our road-trip diet. Two Arby's sandwiches later, we had ten Arby's sauce packets for future culinary adventures. It will be an excellent investment.



We drove on through some of the worst named towns in the country (Duanesburg, Carlisle and Sloansville) and we arrived in Cooperstown in the early evening. The weather was stormy so we found a hotel room and watched Ken Burns' Baseball (when in Rome...) while eating subs. We'll be heading to the Baseball Hall of Fame tomorrow morning and then we'll be heading south towards warmer weather!