68F, sunny
WiFi in the truck is slick and I am able to write this as we go. I am not the driver. TK has never let me drive this truck. In fact, I have only driven one of his trucks and that was quite a story of years ago—-we were driving home from a JanFeb Florida/Cruise trip. I left my wallet at one of the stops in South Carolina and did not notice it was missing until miles and miles and miles up the road. It was one of those “You’re gonna drive now” moments. I told him on Wednesday that it would be a good idea for me to practice driving in this truck, but he still isn’t going for that and I am not going to leave my wallet somewhere just to get the chance. [see below--I found the lost wallet story]
At our recent rest stop I noticed a Georgia/MIA-POW plaque honoring all veterans, especially those of Georgia. This reminded me of our friend Virginia D., Georgia resident, who was on our August World War I trip to France.
We are headed for St. Augustine right now—about 45 minutes away!!
From February 26, 2009:
Yesterday we started our trek home. On the spur of the moment we decided to take the highway toward Williamsburg, Virginia, one of our very favorite destinations (620 miles/almost 10 hours). The drive was going to be quite smooth-good weather, good roads.
We stopped in South of the Border, South Carolina. While Tim was getting gas, I purchased a Diet Pepsi. By itself, this would not be a remarkable event. Then, we drove for 96 miles and stopped at McDonalds for fish sandwiches for Ash Wednesday. THAT is when I discovered that I no longer had my wallet (my 2 major credit cards, $115 cash, my driver’s license, and my bank ATM card). That is also when I found out that McDonalds charges $5 for 2 hours of Internet because I used my laptop to find the phone number of the gas station. After calling the station and finding out that luckily they had my wallet, we made the decision to return to South of the Border. I would drive. Tim was not happy about this turn of events, but he was happy that this problem was not his fault. So, three hours later, at 8:30 p.m., we were finally back at the McDonalds where we discovered my loss. Instead of reaching Williamsburg by 9 p.m., we would get there by midnight.
Normally we do not drive much at night, but I drove on. Tim took over again at our next stop for gas. We did not have reservations in Williamsburg, but we found a Hampton Inn at midnight that had just opened—a very nice hotel. Needless to say we were exhausted.
We did learn several things:
1) we can drive at least 13 hours in one day
2) when someone buys something, one must put her/his wallet back in her/his purse
3) we are very very fortunate
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