Driving, I actually enjoy it, seriously I find it therapeutic to listen to a little music, put on my sunglasses and hit the road. Until you say the three words “24 hour drive”. Since my trip from hell, driving back from Houston, I will announce loud and clear that I’m NEVER EVER AGAIN making a “24 hour drive”. Yes, I said,“NEVER” and I meant it!
The Houston Quilt Festival ended on Sunday at 4pm. Judy and I packed up the booth in record time and were ready to hit the road at 5:30pm. A whole half hour ahead of schedule, wahoo! Our plan was to drive four hours, on Sunday, and end up in Baton Rouge! Unfortunately the travel gods had a different plan in mind for us. Within a half hour or so we encountered some of the most ridiculous traffic ever. Why was it so ridiculous, well normally you have bumper to bumper traffic due to an accident, congestion due to volume, but not on this day. No, we crept along at a snail’s pace, and I mean an elderly snail’s pace. But after about 30 minutes..POOF….all was clear. Even the WAZE app appeared to be stumped. It was a Google Maps and WAZE mystery!
The moon was amazing… the photo not so much.
We made it to Baton Rouge, not in record time, and put our feet up. I briefly allowed myself to think “ok, this trip might not be so bad”.
Below is a picture of Judy and I with our trusty steed (I believe that picture was the 10th attempt of getting a photo we both could agree on, can you imagine what the other photos looked like?). A huge thanks to Rob for letting us drive it home!
Destination: Roanoke VA…or not.
This was to be the long travel day. Our goal was Roanoke, Va, however, at around lunchtime we realized that our expectations were set a bit high. So we settled for an hour south, Hello Wytheville, VA!
This looks like an interesting pit stop for a potty break.
The picture below had my blood boiling!!! The poor dog was obviously so unsteady on his feet and appeared very nervous. What kind of person drives 75 mph, on a highway, with their dog traveling in the bed of the truck? Seriously, I wanted some cop karma to come his way!!
I did feel a little better having my handy-dandy Swedish Fish nearby. I was starting to go a bit stir crazy at this point.
Who knew Alabama was the never-ending state? We felt as Alabama seemed to go on forever, we shouted with glee when good ol Georgia came into view.
Hello Chattanooga! And Hello Ryan! My middle son, Noah, has a friend that goes to school in Chattanooga so we figured why not pause for a small break and visit Ryan. He seemed to take our impromptu drop in very well..lol
Thirteen hours of driving and we finally arrived in Wytheville. Thirteen long hours!
Day 3: Eta to arrive home: 3-4 pm
Not gonna happen, DC sucks!! Traffic was horrendous and I’m being kind. So how do two chicks, that are filled to the gills with Swedish Fish, and going bat crazy from being in vehicle pass the time? We created a card and every 1/2 hour we checked off the time (see below). Strange, weird, ah maybe..but it occupied us enough that we didn’t kill each other or ourselves until we got home..27 hours later in total. I posted on my Instagram and created stories about the road trip from hell. So you might want to make sure you are following me on Instagram…. who knows what I will post next?
Did I mention it also rained that last 3 hours of our trip? Well it rained during the last 3 hours of our trip. Bottom line is that Houston to Philadelphia is a long ass drive. Not recommended by this quilter.
I thank God everyday that Judy is such a dear friend as well as my sister-in-law. I could not have endure this trip without her. And although Judy was a good sport during the entire adventure even she said ….. NEVER AGAIN.
Have you had a trip from hell? Or unexpected obstacles along the way of a road trip? I am sure there is more than one path to hell out there! Please share!