I’d like to preface this post with a thankful heart to God, Almighty.
Dear, Lord, we did it again. We could not have done this road trip without you. Your hand guided Paul and his driving skills through winding mountains, rain, over prairies and flatlands and through various kinds of weather. You kept his mind sharp and his driving abilities at their best. Thanks for protecting us on another journey together. Amen!
“The National Lampoon Family Vacation” is a favorite movie of mine, because it is so true with its antics, disasters, camping, the dog, the dead aunt on the roof of the car and so on. Most family vacations don’t go quite that wrong, but they certainly can make great fodder for blog writing.
Picture yourself, sandwiched between two semis on either side of your vehicle, along with one in front and one behind. You’re traveling without any view of scenery at between 70 and 80 MPH, wondering who would be tagged for the speeding violation if you were stopped.
When you eventually break free of the semi-sandwich, your tensions release and you drive in earnest for at least ten hours each day. At first the highway seems great, as you pack on the miles and it seems you’ll make your destination with time to spare. Thank God, I wasn’t driving or we’d still be in St. Paul – probably at the police station or the mental hospital.
Traveling like this is definitely not for the faint of heart. Driving is hard enough, but when you’re the navigator and you’re in unfamiliar territory, there is no room for napping, because you are bound to the AAA Trip Tik, which was an experience in itself.
Before we even left our own driveway, I couldn’t find my check card. Thoughts of identity theft drifted through my addled mind. Twenty minutes later, we found it. Buckle up the seat belt, pull yourself together and think lovely thoughts.
When you’ve reached your seventies, there are no more singing of camp songs – no trying to reach a snack, which is well out of your reach without the assistance of a child – no asking “are we there yet” or making too many pit stops along the way. It’s just the two of you now and even though you’ve been married for over 53 years, the relationship is riding on thin ice with every mile driven.
I can no longer hear well, and when I ask him to repeat himself, the words come roaring out like an angry giant. Of course I feel like he’s yelling at me and that leads to miles of silence from both of us. An example of one of our conversations:
He: Do you want to stop for something to eat? She: Sure, what do you want? He: I think a hamburger sounds good. She: Oh, yes that hamster driving down the road – like one of those Soul cars? He: What are you talking about? She: What did you say?
He: (laughing & loudly) I said I want a hamburger. She: Ok, you don’t have to holler. Let’s get a hamburger!
When you arrive at the motel for the night, and spend maybe eight hours sleeping in a room that costs too much, dreams come to haunt you about a giant hamster driving down the road with a hamburger in his mouth. Hubby has his own dreams and starts having a conversation with who knows who. Interesting to say the least.
For the most part traveling together is pleasant, but once you’ve reached the ten hour point, you might be ready for divorce court. I am glad to be home and ready to get back in the groove. We had a wonderful vacation, but it’s always good to return. I’ll be sharing some of the highlights of our trip as the days go by, but right now I need to go back to bed for a week.