By Lorry Myers
Cabin fever has set in and I needed a change of scenery, a road trip to breath new air and see things unfamiliar to me. Even doing mundane tasks like laundry and cooking is starting to make me resentful. I feel like I’ve been grounded and I craved a change of environment where my routine would be transformed and I would be too. My husband and I wore our masks and carried hand sanitizer and chose a scenic route that would lessen human contact.
I grinned all the way down the drive way.
Travel is a quirky thing; it can go one way or another. So, I like to plan for the best but expect the worst, that way I am never surprised. If nothing bad happens, if we don’t breakdown or blow up, end up in a crash or get mugged, lose all our money or encounter really, really wicked people, all which my husband swears will happen; if it doesn’t, if nothing bad happens, then we had a travel success.
For this trip, I got up early.
I stayed up late.
I walked by a river with no water.
I waved at interesting people and judged them to be far more interesting than me.
I ate good food.
I stood apart.
Was lost three times which is pretty good for me.
I sat in the woods.
A drive-thru window.
A wayward rest stop.
A restaurant that had a lounge singer.
I saw a sunrise.
For the complete column, see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.