Sunday, June 26, 2011

The Final Day

After a late breakfast at Bob Evans and under heavy gray skies, we waved goodbye to April and Perry and headed back to Interstate 80. West of Cleveland, we found the sunshine.

This continued all the way back to my house. 

Ohio, when you are wanting to get home, is a very long state to drive through. Add the random lane closures and that increases the perception that it's taking a longer amount of time to go east to west than it did to go west to east. I don't think we lost that much time with the random lane closures, but it sure felt like it. 

We saw a couple of cars on the route. This one was quite distinctive for its color, never mind that it's a restored auto.

The next one was on a trailer and I didn't get a good shot of it. 

I don't really know car models so what kind these are is unknown to me. They were neat.

At 4:45 p.m. on Tuesday, May 24th, we pulled into my driveway. Mom still had another 4 hours ahead of her on Wednesday, but we were done.

A month later, I look back at this trip. When Carole announced a destination wedding and that destination was Virginia, I knew I would be driving. As gas creeped up to $4.55 per gallon, I honestly felt I was being priced out of the trip. To take the Jeep was to add an extra stop and extra fill-up per day of travel. That would be an extra $240 for 4 days of travel and I hadn't saved that much. I felt defeated.

But we were meant to be there. Using mom's husband, Dale's, car cut down on our expenses. It was comfortable for both of us. She would not have been able to fly. She would have had to do that on her own. My mother is incredibly resourceful but flying alone would have been overwhelming. Driving allowed her to be at the wedding, something that meant a great deal to both Carole and my mom, and gave her a trip she is not likely to take again.

It was a perfect wedding, perfectly reflecting Carole and David. The little oopses; a melting cake, red wine on the dress; add character to the event. We might not remember all the people who were there, but we'll remember the line dancing and the Blue Moon ice cream.

Now, we move on to the next stage of life. It was a wonderful demarcation of change.

Beverage:  English Breakfast tea


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