Interstate 70 runs all the way across the country. I only ride it as far as Breezewood, Pennsylvania.
That gets me a little over halfway to my destination.
While on 70, though, I go through one part of Maryland where you can probably see both neighboring states. It’s a little thin there.
Back from the festival. Much fun -- and appreciative of the Indian (Bollywood) dance teacher who asked the room for a round of applause for those who served, or are serving, to keep us all free. And she got it, too.