So after the look-but-don't-buy cigarette visit, my Traveling Companion and I sat in a fast-food restaurant poring over a road atlas trying to decide where to go next, and finally figured we'd just go home. We ended up driving through six states in just under six hours: Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York and finally Connecticut. (If you calculate that we couldn't have made such good time without violating various speed-limit laws, your math is obviously wrong. Check again. Perhaps you forgot to carry the two?) (Also, not to criticize my Traveling Companion or anything, but we made much better time when I drove.)
I'm supposed to take another vacation before the end of the year, to burn through my accumulated days off. I'll have to think of something less exhausting to do.