going home - day 2
In the course of time it became Friday morning, August 18th, at a motel near Mobile, Alabama – and probably was morning for several hundred miles around – though I made no great effort to ascertain that particular fact. After getting the internal engine cranked and the body garmented, I walked over to see how serious they were about the availability of a free continental breakfast.
They were serious and it was what it was, but it came with the room price so I lugged several ounces back to the room and consumed it with mild to nonexistent gusto. The Spice was still struggling at getting her engine cranked – weak battery, I think. She finally got cranked up and I went back for a couple of small cartons of cow juice for her – with which to mix her ‘Instant Breakfast’.
The older I get, the less I like traveling but we finally got loaded up and back on the road. As we did yesterday, we killed some of the monotony of the road by listening to a book on CD that we had checked out of the library before we left home. The title of the book was “Flabbergasted” and it was of the genre that I enjoy – hilarious, but with a message.
We left the crowded and hectic highway of life – I-65 in this case – for a short amount of time to obtain fuel for the van and for the people in the van. The area was close to Auburn, Alabama and home to the college of the same name. We ate at the chicken place that doesn’t open on Sundays, which is both odd and commendable in my way of thinking. Topping this off with an ice cream cone each, we got back to the rat race of interstate travel.
In Montgomery we got on I-85 and headed toward the dreaded Atlanta, Georgia traffic. Along about this time it dawned on me that we were going to be nearing Atlanta about the rush four-hours of traffic. Nearing the more dreaded perimeter route – I-285 – the traffic in the two right lanes slowed to a crawl – these just happened to be the lanes in which we needed to be. We kept looking for the cause of the slow-down but didn’t find it until we finally fought our way onto I-20 East. It didn’t seem to be a major accident, but anything that time of the afternoon can cause several miles of stacked up and frustrated drivers.
There was another slow down about 20 minutes down the road but after this it was smooth driving all the way to our home territory. We stopped by to see YD and her crowd of gruntmonkeys (GM1, GM3, GM4, and GM6) before going home.
We finally drove into the driveway just as the light of day was starting to fade and be it ever so whatever, there’s no place like home. God is good. ec
They were serious and it was what it was, but it came with the room price so I lugged several ounces back to the room and consumed it with mild to nonexistent gusto. The Spice was still struggling at getting her engine cranked – weak battery, I think. She finally got cranked up and I went back for a couple of small cartons of cow juice for her – with which to mix her ‘Instant Breakfast’.
The older I get, the less I like traveling but we finally got loaded up and back on the road. As we did yesterday, we killed some of the monotony of the road by listening to a book on CD that we had checked out of the library before we left home. The title of the book was “Flabbergasted” and it was of the genre that I enjoy – hilarious, but with a message.
We left the crowded and hectic highway of life – I-65 in this case – for a short amount of time to obtain fuel for the van and for the people in the van. The area was close to Auburn, Alabama and home to the college of the same name. We ate at the chicken place that doesn’t open on Sundays, which is both odd and commendable in my way of thinking. Topping this off with an ice cream cone each, we got back to the rat race of interstate travel.
In Montgomery we got on I-85 and headed toward the dreaded Atlanta, Georgia traffic. Along about this time it dawned on me that we were going to be nearing Atlanta about the rush four-hours of traffic. Nearing the more dreaded perimeter route – I-285 – the traffic in the two right lanes slowed to a crawl – these just happened to be the lanes in which we needed to be. We kept looking for the cause of the slow-down but didn’t find it until we finally fought our way onto I-20 East. It didn’t seem to be a major accident, but anything that time of the afternoon can cause several miles of stacked up and frustrated drivers.
There was another slow down about 20 minutes down the road but after this it was smooth driving all the way to our home territory. We stopped by to see YD and her crowd of gruntmonkeys (GM1, GM3, GM4, and GM6) before going home.
We finally drove into the driveway just as the light of day was starting to fade and be it ever so whatever, there’s no place like home. God is good. ec
posted by mreddie | 12:45 PM
5 Comments:
Listening to books is a good way to ease the miles.
Sounds like all's well that ends well...even with a few slow lanes. It is always nice, too, to arrive home before dark.
AC - It worked out well and started a new trend for us - not that we travel that often. It also kept me more alert and that is a good thing.
bonita - Arriving before dark is a plus to me as well. Driving in the dark is much more monotonous - nothing to really see except headlights and taillights. ec
We managed to hit the morning rush hour traffic in Atlanta once, during a downpour, on a trip to South Carolina. We'd even left the motel in Annison, AL early in order to miss it but forgot about the 1 hr time difference on the Alabama-Georgia state line.
brenda - The only thing more 'thrilling' than Atlanta rush hour traffic is Atlanta rush hour traffic in a downpour. Tried that once myself and it was wide-eyed, white knuckle driving all the way. ec
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