We began talking about this road trip to Florida over a year ago, and last February we made our reservations at Bahia Honda State Park in the Keys, which means that our concrete planning had been going on for more than 11 months! It was high time to get on the road already.
Thursday evening we rushed home from work and barn to find that the plumber replacing the tub in our bathroom had discovered a pipe had burst under the house. Off to a great start, right? We packed up the last of our things and prayed the plumber could fix the leak, then bade farewell to our puppy and hit the road.
A few thoughts of mine along the way…
After a water pipe break and emergency fix, we left around 6:30 last night, splitting up the nighttime drive and arriving at our hotel around midnight. The hotel seemed safe enough, although it was far from deluxe.
Around 3 am or so, this conversation happened:
Me: Move over, you’re on my pillow.
Husband (asleep): We’re sharing.
Me: No we’re not, I don’t have any pillow.
We got up around 6:30 this morning and after showers we got back on the road. Now we’re snacking, surfing radio stations and chatting our way through South Carolina and Georgia.
I loved just being on the road with Husband, together, no interruptions, no distractions. Just us being us.
We’ve been passing signs for places that bring back vivid memories for me…Edisto Beach, Jekyll Island… More and more I am thankful that my parents saw fit to take us around the country to see all these beautiful places. It’s a treasure that I realize most of my peers don’t have. I look forward to revisiting some of these places, like Ft. DeSoto, and I am looking forward to making new memories, in places like Bahia Honda and Vero Beach.
We just stopped for a quick drive through Starbucks and we’re back on the road, fortified to continue our drive. Keystone Heights here we come! (Just in time for lunch too =).)
When we crossed the state line, we stopped at the visitor information center to take a picture of us with the “Welcome to Florida” sign (and post it to Facebook, of course). We’re such tourists!
We stopped for lunch with a friend’s parents in Keystone Heights. They served us a good hearty meal of fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Husband was glorying in the fried chicken he’d been eyeing on billboards all day–I am married to a Southerner, through and through. Don chatted about all of his latest projects–lawn mowers with golf cart seats and refurbished fishing boats. Husband loved exploring everything stored on his property, dreaming of someday owning as many “toys”.
Before long we had the canoe and surfboards lashed to the truck. That was a proceeds of trial and error and creativity. But two surfboards and the canoe sit atop my truck and we are on our way (with only a few hiccups to adjust padding and ropes). Now we continue on to Vero Beach and good friends. I can’t wait to get a good long hug from my bestie and hear her lovely laugh. It’s been more than a year since I’ve seen A., and it is long past due.