I spent most of this week seeing some new views of the fruited plains.
Four days, three different vehicles, seven states, and forty-one hours of driving.
I thought I said that I would never make that trip again?
There will be more stories over the next few days, but I’ll share the one that caused me to turn in my ‘Man Card” for a few days and to give my son in law credit for thinking when I did not.
Megan and Andrew are moving from Houston, TX to Grand Blanc, MI, stopping to spend a few days with his parents outside of Chatanooga. TN. I helped by driving Andrew’s vehicle from TX to TN as he was driving the 26′ rented box truck. Andrew’s parents were handling the second leg, from TN to MI and they all arrived safely in Michigan while I was finishing the editing on thisstory.
We left Houston on Wednesday morning for the 12-hour journey. Megan and I were driving the two cars together and Andrew was going to drive the truck on his own as he wasn’t going to be able to travel as fast as us.
We were a few hours into our trip on I-10 and in talking to Andrew, he was about 20 minutes behind us. As we got close to Baton Rouge, LA, my WAZE app advised the Interstate ahead was closed and the app had already laid out a detour route. I called Megan and advised her to follow me. I was in charge. At least I thought I was.
Well, we were taken on a tour of the swamps of Louisiana and Mississippi, driving on the top of levees, seeing a dead, monster alligator on the side of the road and at one point, driving 30 minutes without cell service.
If I ever need to dispose of a body, I know where to go. (I guess I probably shouldn’t have advertised that)
We even got to drive on the first five miles of the Natchez Trace Parkway. I was reminded of one of my favorite books, Not Without My Father, written by NYT Bestselling author, Andra Watkins, who actually walked the entire 444 miles of the Natchez Trace.
Along the way, Megan’s windshield got hit by a small rock kicked up from the road. The ding wasted no time in becoming a 10″ crack.
It didn’t take long for Megan to call me and let me know that Andrew had used Google Maps, took a ten-minute detour, and was back on I-10 heading home. To myself, I conceded that I had been out-maneuvered by my son in law.
The detour cost us two extra hours to get to TN, where Andrew and his parents were already waiting for us as we pulled up.
Score one point for the husband and zero points for Daddy
I’ll survive, as it is time to pass the torch to the next generation anyway.
If it wasn’t for that wonderful “Police Ahead” warning on WAZE, I think I’d scrap it after this trip.
Next time, I’ll pull over and review options before I commit to a detour.
More stories from the trip are forthcoming.