Murphy's Law strikes again!

After 3000+ miles of driving, we dropped off the RVs and caught a bus from suburban NJ/NY into Manhattan proper. And wouldn't you know it, the bus broke down on the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel, just a few miles from the end of the trip.

An irate New Jerseyan woman rushed the driver, demanding an explanation, harshing our Californian mellow. But East-Coast Type-A assertiveness proved its worth as the lady flagged down a passing bus also headed to the Port Authority, so we hopped onto a transit bus on the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel offramp.



So we made it to the Port Authority in, oh, two hours, then split up — some of us to a dinner, some of us to The Book of Mormon, and some of us walked down The High Line back to our hotel, where we showered for hours.