although i never shut my windshield wipers off from the time i pulled out of the driveway at la casa delYerg until i pulled into the parking lot at la casa de mi madre, i arrived at my mother’s unscathed.
it was a little bit of a treacherous trip at times. what with the rain, the fog going through the mountains in virginia (at one point i could only see about 30 feet in front of the sexterra, but i drove through it with my foot on the gas. because that is what harry would tell cole trickle to do.), and the most daunting of obstacles… the great christmas migration of the northern white hairs.
for those of you that have been reading along for quite some time, you know that the travel patterns of retirees is one of the things that scares me most in life. that, REALLY short people, REALLY obese people, and clowns. give me the heeby geebees. not to be confused with the bee gees.
nine hours, and i made it here for leg one of theYerg’s christmas tour. hope to see some of you when it comes through your town!
happy holidays!