Road Trip: Grand Adventure

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I missed Southern siblings and friends. I’d signed up for a writers’ retreat in Savannah, Georgia. Time for a road trip!

Why not fly?

I dislike heights. And oxygen masks. I’d rather wear a parachute.

Second, flights are delayed, cancelled and rescheduled ad nauseam. Would a camel prove more efficient?

Image by Christel from Pixabay.

But camels spit. Ergo, I drove.

Third, I felt old. I craved adventure.

So, I packed a huge suitcase. “Ha! No charge!”

Hubby couldn’t leave, so he demonstrated — again — how to operate Lavinia, my snooty GPS. With a goodbye kiss, I began my Grand Adventure.

Image by Erich Westendarp from Pixabay.

I conquered a high, Ohio River bridge without hyperventilating. Kentucky and Tennessee’s hilly terrain didn’t faze Lavinia and me. However, she now refused to talk, and I nearly bypassed my Tennessee friends. Eventually, we enjoyed our visit.

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Did Lavinia navigate the Appalachians?

No. We both freaked. Hoosiers shouldn’t be allowed to drive through mountains when roads under construction teem with a million semitrailers.

Whew! I arrived alive at my sister’s and celebrated a fun reunion with siblings.

Attempting to reach Savannah, though, I wandered in the wilderness. Not 40 years, but it seemed like 100, thanks to Lavinia, who still sulked in silence.

The elegant entrance to a Savannah home.
Fellow authors Gayle Roper and Janet McHenry and I at the Books & Such Literary Agency retreat.

Eventually (a key word), I found the Savannah retreat. Writing friends and I learned lots and cheered each other on.

I wanted the flattest route home — hopefully, without detouring to Kansas. Though a major storm occurred at night when every motel posted “No Vacancy” signs, the return trip proved easier. Hubby welcomed me, even with a huge suitcase of dirty clothes.

And a huge Visa bill. Given gas, hotel and food costs, driving hadn’t saved money. Semis nearly nosed my car over cliffs without offering either oxygen or parachute. I risked my life crossing bridges.

Siblings who once lived together wished each other on the moon, but now brave even miles through mountains to see each other.

Yet …

I’d embraced the freedom of the open road.

Mountains stunned me with beauty. I crossed five high bridges without needing an ambulance. Motel clerks, though unable to offer a room, refreshed this tired traveler.

Plus, the blessings of connecting with family and friends cannot be measured.

John Steinbeck journeyed with a friendly poodle and I with hostile Lavinia. Still, we shared joys he expressed in Travels with Charley. Though old, we risked adventure. I think Steinbeck would agree our journeys were grand.

But coming home was grander.

Your Extraordinary Ordinary: Was your last road trip a grand adventure?

4 thoughts on “Road Trip: Grand Adventure

  1. Sara Hunt

    We just got home from a 2 1/2 week to the west coast to see the grandkids. It’s the 5th time we’ve driven from Pensacola to San Francisco. Every trip has had a slightly varied route. We drove US 50, AKA The Loneliest Road in America. At one point it was 88 miles between services. Then we drove I-70 through the Colorado mountains and on to Kansas City for a short visit with led friends. Colorado was pretty, as were the two National Parks we visited, but I prefer the route through west Texas which has a beauty of it’s own.

    1. rachael

      Wow, Sara, you and Henry have racked up some major miles! But I get your motivation. Anything to see those grandkids!
      For someone who’s never left the Midwest, those lonely, lonely stretches–especially the desert miles–are hard to imagine! When my kids made a long western trip, I nagged them about taking food and plenty of water in case they broke down.
      Sounds like you’ve enjoyed your travels. I enjoy exploring with you, seeing your pics on Facebook.
      We gotta keep moving, right?
      Thanks for your comments, and blessings on future trips!

  2. Hilda Dam

    your’re much braver than me.. I would have taken the easy route and flown.. driving alone is not something I think is FUN.. glad you survived it all and are safely home again…

    1. rachael

      Hilda, it was a crazy thing to do, but I loved it! I was antsy as all get out before I left, finding it hard to concentrate on anything, let alone, writing. Now, I’m perfectly content to be at home this summer (though I’m a little tired of weeding already).

      Thanks for your comment, and may all your travels be fun!


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