Some commentary on the east coast

On August 15, I left New Hampshire and made my way down highway 95 through the eastern seaboard, also known as Clusterfuck Central. Seriously, I have never seen so many cars in my entire life. Here's a summary of my drive through New York and down the New Jersey turnpike:

I learned a valuable lesson about driving in that area -- don't do it. Eventually, I made it down to Dover, DE. On the way, I saw a bonafide operational nuclear power plant, which was badass. In Dover, I ate a Subway sandwich, and mustered up just enough energy to take a picture of the parking lot behind the Super 8:

Awesome.

The next day, I drove to Norfolk, VA and hung out with my high school buddy Kim. As the first test of my recovering stomach, we downed a bunch of pizza, beer, and ice cream. We also watched some True Blood, and reminisced about the old days on the mean streets of P-town. In the spirit of further pictorial documentation of this trip, here's a shot of Chesapeake Bay:

On August 17, I drove from Norfolk to Colleton State Park in South Carolina. It was a nice-looking place, complete with trees and a river.

However, don't let appearances fool you. I decided to head out to a nearby field and get in some light kata. Things started out okay.

However, after 30 minutes, I was a sticky sopping mess.

I showered off, but that night it was about 85 degrees and 247% humidity inside my tent. In summary, I have been disgustingly wet for 4 consecutive days, and have learned a valuable lesson about visiting the east coast in August -- don't do it.