I think burg means "of nowhere"

Sunday, June 20th. Fathers' Day. Graduation date for Nashua High, South.

6:30pm: we leave Manchester NH on the first leg of our return to Georgia. Remembering our unplanned drive through New York City, we wanted to choose a route which would avoid such a detour. Her dad suggested taking Interstate 88 to Interstate 81. We had used I-81 on our way north and decided this was a sound idea. We were quickly on the Mass Pike (I-90) and drove most of the length of the state and into upper New York state. With no difficulty, we exited to I-88 and headed south-west as darkness gently descended over a balmy evening.
The children had been excited but now sleeping quietly (thank you!) and we felt comfortable with driving until quite late and making progress towards home. It did not take us long to notice that I-88 was different than the arteries we had taken north: no billboards, no rest stops which we can recall, and almost no references to local restaurants or lodging. Apparently, this was a relatively new road and most of the businesses were still centered around the local highway (Hwy 7). Finally, we saw a sign for some variation of Holiday Inn. We followed the signs which led us east (east?!?!) along the local highway, even to the point of taking us past a sign to I-88. Okay, this was weird! We stopped for gas and I asked for directions to the hotel. Yes, I asked for directions. It was close by but well hidden. They had no rooms.
Back to the interstate. The next town of any size was 45 miles further along. We pulled off the highway any time we saw a promising sign but found only old motels whose offices had probably close by 8pm. They were pretty run-down as it was. One sign indicated an exit to the town of Middleburg....
Finally, we reached the oasis of civilization which is Oneonta. They has a McDonald's, a Denny's and...... a Super 8 hotel. We were saved!!!!

Please understand that this route was a pleasant drive through relatively untouched hills. Had we left earlier in the day and not been concerned about a place to stay, it would have been a wonderful drive.

This is where I hope to insert the picture of the deer which Debbie saw out the window of our room the next morning.