It's less than a hundred miles from Astoria to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. We left the former at 1:30pm today. At 3:15pm, we had been driving, if you can call it that, without a break and were still in Brooklyn. Factoring in two short bathroom breaks and a longer thirty-minute one necessitated by an I'm-going-to-hurl-from-all-this-stop-and-go-traffic-flavored-with-inversion-layer-trebled-exhaust crisis, we arrived here six-and-a-half hours later. Needless to say, I've had more pleasant experiences behind the wheel. But Skylar is very happy to be ordering my parents around their hotel room and excited to see the wonders of the Lehigh Valley and the cousin she has yet to meet tomorrow.