The next day, we decided to head toward West Virginia. Now, this was the day that really made me start to hate being on the east coast, if I’m being honest. Toll road after toll road, drivers that were downright vicious, and traffic as far as the eye could see, navigating Delaware and Maryland felt like an exercise in paying entirely too much money for the opportunity to have people try to run you over. We sat on the Delaware bridge and crawled slowly across it, having a slow race in my mind, trying to see how long I could go without putting my feet down. $4 per person later, I pulled off the freeway right before the next toll booth and couldn’t take it anymore. I was stressed, irritated, and sick of wasting money that could be better spent on lunch or gas or literally anything other than these horrid roadways. My maps had been doing a terrible job telling me what roads actually avoided tolls, so we crawled around some surface streets and got back on the interstate on the other side of the toll booth.