On the Road Again? Never!
Well, kids, Im less than two weeks away
from turning 43. This sort of amazes me. Because I still feel
like a kid in many ways. I realize that people often say this
as they are getting older. And I hate to be a stereotype.
Still, this is how I feel.
I especially felt my age on the trip to Florida
Herman and I just took this March. Herman decided that to
bring my power chair wed have to drive in our ramped
van. (And of course these days, who wants to fly?) Well, in
hindsight after this trip, I will ONLY fly. But it will take
me a long time to pick up stakes again.
Herman went to "Mapquest" for a
route to Siesta Key, Florida, where my mom rents a condo.
The route they lined out was mostly down I-95. What actually
happened, that Mapquest didnt inform us about, was that
between construction, rain and Daytona "Bike Week"
the traffic was horrendous and it was very tiring.
At one point, there was an accident on I-95-somewhere
in Georgia, I think, and the two lanes heading south were
turned into a parking lot for two hours until the wreakage
was cleared. People were walking their dogs, talking on cell
phones and standing around talking since the traffic was at
a total standstill as far as the eye could see. I have no
idea how far traffic was backed up behind us.
Of course those in the accident were having
a worse day than we were, but it appeared two trucks went
off the road with trailered bikes and no ambulance appeared,
so I suspect there were no injuries. At least I hope not.
So for the trip back, Herman decided to take
the eastern route and go up I-75 and then I-81 to Binghamton.
Much better route, though a few miles longer (for those of
you who may be contemplating such a drive, which I encourage
you NOT to.) The traffic was less, the roads better and more
scenic through the mountains, but it still went on FOREVER
(or at least those three days on the road seemed like forever).
And what about my vacation in Florida in between
the too AWFUL to-and-from driving spells? Well! Sun, sand
(pure white, cool beaches there), 80s, pool, cold drinks
and lots of sunblock. We went to the symphony one night, courtesy
of Mom and went out for seafood several times. Also, courtesy
of Mom. So, thank you Mom for a wonderful vacation in a beautiful
environment. But as for the roads and "road trips"
in general-Id just as soon leave that in my past.
Happy traveling, however you go! Talk to you
next week. Just remember, spring is coming, even here in the
Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career
in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from
Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be
accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"