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Tuesday, October 22, 2013
October 22nd Challenge
it’s Christina –
Even with three bathroom breaks, two gas stops (I only put a few gallons in
each time because I had an issue with paying $0.60 & $0.45 more a gallon
then at home) and one stop at Panera to pick up soup for lunch, I made it home
in six and a half hours. That’s not saying I wasn’t exhausted and crashed and
burned when I got home, because I did, but the whole ferry route definitely saved
my back and legs are a bit sore and I have a mark from where the seatbelt was
rubbing on my collarbone. I am not meant to drive fifteen hundred miles in four
days, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant spending time with my
daughter! My next road trip isn’t until November 22nd when I go get
her for Thanksgiving, but since she doesn’t have to go back until December 1st,
it shouldn’t be too bad. Let’s just hope the weather cooperates.
is definitely a nap in my future today. Without one, I don’t think I would be
able to stay awake for my writing group, and I’m running it tonight, so I kinda
need to be an active participant. Keith, the leader of our group, is away on a week-long
camping trip with his students. Monday – Wednesday half the 8th
grade class goes and Wednesday – Friday the other half of the 8th
grade class goes. It’s basically a team building retreat for thirteen year
olds. Keith says he and the kids love it, and I’m sure they do, but I’m not
sure I could handle a week with four hundred thirteen year olds! I shudder at
the thought! God Bless teachers. I couldn’t do what they do, that’s for sure.
have a zillion things to do today, so I better get started. I hope you have a terrific
Tuesday, and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge was:
Do you have a point in your trip which
signals you are almost at your destination? A particular land mark you spot
where your heart does a little flutter and your brain screams, “almost there”?
Over the years I have had several. Years ago, it was the sight of the Twin
Towers as my plane was about to land. It signaled the end of a conference, a
business trip and even a European excursion. It meant I would be home soon.
When I was a teenager, I’d often take
trips to the shore and we would travel the back roads to get there. We’d have
to make a right at a farm, and that road eventually wound its way to the
highway which led to the beach. On our second trip, we weren’t exactly sure
where the turn was, so we were watching carefully so we wouldn’t miss it. As we
neared the farm, my girlfriend Laurie said, “There’s the turn. I remember the
cow.” and the rest of us started laughing hysterically. She had no idea why we
were laughing until we pointed out that cows moved. On all subsequent trips we
would rib Laurie if she saw her cow. One time I told her we couldn’t turn
because the cow wasn’t there.
On trips to Florida, the sight of the
Mickey Mouse telephone pole was our land mark. To this day, whenever one of us
or one of the members of the other family who went with us on that first trip
sees the telephone pole, we take a photo and text it to the others with “MICKEY
MOUSE TELEPHONE POLE” as the comment. The random texts make us smile and
remember the wonderful vacation which started it all.
Now, the sight above, tells me I am
almost to my daughter’s college. In less than an hour, I’ll be able to see her,
to give her a hug. The remaining drive time goes both quickly and slowly, and
it is filled with anticipation which wasn’t as prevalent in all the hours preceding
that point in the trip.
So whether it is South of the Border,
the Maryland House rest stop on Route 95, Big Bird and Elmo on the water tower,
or the first glimpse of Penobscot Bay after cresting the hill, there will
always be certain things which make my heart sing “almost there”.
(I did add all the photos AFTER the ten minute time limit.)
Next Challenge is:
Write a letter from your future adult self to yourself as a
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.