We had mixed feelings. It was so nice to visit with our son Ryan, DIL Amber and granddaughters Taylor, Kierra and Rebekah in Pennsylvania,
then visiting Anabelle with her daddy ( son Corey) and mommy (DIL Amanda),
we pulled chocks and headed South to our other “home” in South Carolina. It felt good to be rolling down the highway again.
The trip was only a mere 725 miles and we decided that we’d break it up into two days.
Normally when we travel, we are in “Get to the Destination” mode, cover as many miles as we can so we can spend more time where we want to be. It is a leftover practice from our working days and it still works well for us. Our good friend Sherry calls this type of travel PDD (Paul Dahl Disorder).
We will slow down (someday) but until then, we’re racking up those miles and long travel days. Except this trip.
When we’re in the “Get There” mode, especially if it is a two day trip, I like to get as many miles covered the first day and the have a slower paced, more leisurely trip the last day. Except this trip.
We left New Jersey Saturday morning and set as our goal to overnight at the Flying J near Latta, SC. About 500 miles, not too heavy of a lift for us. Except this trip.
Being a Saturday, I didn’t expect to have too much traffic on the Devil’s Highway, also know as Route 495, the Washington, DC Beltway.
Having lived and traveled all around DC for 13 years, I came to believe the Beltway was a possessed road, you never knew what to expect except you’d be sitting in a major traffic jam at least some part of the trip on it.
Saturdays, the Devil takes off. I guess he likes his weekends, too. Usually the Beltway is a breeze. And I was right, it was a breeze, we zipped right around DC, over the brand new Wilson Bridge over the Potomac River and on to Virginia. It was going to be smooth sailing. Except this trip.
About ten miles South of the Beltway, on I-95, it happened. A traffic jam. Not just a traffic jam, but the Mother of all traffic jams. It took us more than two hours to go about twenty miles. Once the jam cleared up, it was still slow moving traffic for many miles beyond that. Finally, after Richmond, Virginia, the lanes opened up and we hoped we were back on schedule. Except this trip, I got really tired. Began toying with the idea that we should stop. Finally, just past the VA-NC border, I cried “Uncle”, we called it quits and pulled in to a friendly Walmart (yes, that Walmart, Syl) and called it a day.
Only 421 miles covered. Am I losing my touch of being able to travel long distances? Am I wimping out or am I getting cured of PDD? Only time will tell.
Could this be this be the beginning…
of “THE END” ???
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