“It’s a dangerous business going out your door. You step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (The Lord of the Rings, #1-3)
As I pile the last of my belongings into my little car, I feel like a Baggins.
Okay, so I won’t be facing a dragon, saving middle earth, or even walking, but I do feel as though I’m being swept up in the thrill of an adventure!
I glimpse the waning crescent moon through the clouds as I leave the apartment that I’ve called home for the past three months and my heart races! This adventure–a journey to the west coast– is my most exciting so far!!
Only a few other motorists have ventured onto the road in these early morning hours, so I claim the interstate as my domain and press play on my Nevada Barr audiobook.
The combination of clear roads and a good story causes the hours and miles to slip away. Suddenly I find myself on I-10, the road that will be my companion for the bulk of this trip.
A glance in my rearview mirror reveals a sky bursting with color and memory after memory of new friends, fabulous coworkers and oh, so many adventures brings a smile to my face. Yes, the East coast ( Maine, North Carolina, South Carolina and Florida) has been good to me.
Chapter after chapter, mile after mile fly by and I know I’m nearing the Florida border when I feel an intense gaze emanating from my shotgun-riding-pup. I see the urgency in those brown eyes and I shift into the right lane, then off the interstate to a nearby rest area. There, as if frozen mid-turn atop a pole is a Blue Angel navy plane and now a memory from long ago rushes back to me.
I’m wearing white capris with tiny colored stripes. The air is filled with the smell of sausage and fried dough. Jumbled conversations from the crowds of people surrounds me, but my eyes are on the sky. Five planes turn as one. Their wing tips seem only inches apart and I wonder at the skill and fearlessness of the pilots.
I duck involuntarily as the planes dive toward the ground, pulling up in a graceful arch and soaring up into the blue sky…
Rocky’s psychotic barking at a dog 100 times his size rips me back into the present and I wrestle his twisting, writhing little body back into the car.
Alabama comes and goes in what feels like minutes and the car barrels across the Missippi state line.
Now I wonder if I’ve ever been to Mississippi…I’m not sure, so I decide to check out the welcome center.
Once again I’m awed at what I find. The remnants of three trees have been carved into various birds. I am amazed at how some people can look beyond what is and see what could be…and then turn that could be into what is… So thankful for the people who have this gift of creativity!
And now here I am, tucked away in my tent and thinking back on my day. It’s been a good day…my only wish is that my hubby could have shared it with me.