January 14th
I am rested. Stiff and sore, but rested. We hit the bathrooms, feed the animals, walk the dogs and then get ready to get back on the road.
It's been pretty awesome finding good music along the way. Songs I haven't heard in years, new songs I love and every once in a while, there'd be nothing good, so I'd throw in a CD.
Funny thing about our drive...even if we get split up for a bit by other cars, I quickly am back behind Gary again because NO ONE likes driving behind a U-Haul trailer. LOL
Sun is out and the drive has been pretty good. The stops have been pretty decent and we're pretty well coordinated. We get into Georgia and stop for dinner. Feed the dogs, feed the cats, feed ourselves. Gary says we will drive for a bit and stop in Albany to get gas. Then it'll be just over an hour to the cabin.
We. Are. So. Close!
As we're driving, it starts to rain. Yep. Here we go again. Thing is, these roads are freaking DARK at night and when it rains...omg, forget about it. I'm a total mess. On a side note, the Rendevous (Rhonda is her name), has been driving great and I'm pleased about that. Of course, like I said, I enrolled in AAA Gold just before we left, so I had peace of mind if either car decided it didn't want to cooperate during the trip.
Now, they say things are slower in the South. I am not sure where "they" are referring to because let me tell you, if you are not doing 80, even in the rain, you are going to get passed first section of dotted lines that come along. Yeppers. And I am NOT a speeder. At most I've done 15 over the speed limit. But usually keep it to under 10 extra MPH. But, when the speed limit is 65...yeah, no. I'm doing 65. Thankfully, Gary was restricted to about that, since he was hauling the trailer which was clearly marked "55 MPH SPEED LIMIT."
Anyway, it is dark. It is raining, HARD. I've got headlights riding my bumper. And I see the sign that Albany is only a few miles away. Thank goodness, cause now I've got to pee too. I can't wait to get to Albany.
Now, mind you, the entire drive so far, my eyes have been mostly focused on the trailer Gary is towing behind his truck. He slows, I slow. He puts on his blinker, so do I and then I shift lanes, so I'm able to block anyone from coming up his side. And so on. So when the exit for Albany is just ahead, my bladder is happy. I am happy.
Side note about this trip...on the road we were on, Route 82, it's mostly 65 MPH and no road lights for much of our drive. As we get closer to a town, you see signs for "Speed Zone Ahead" and the limit drops to 55 and then 45 and possibly to 35 MPH depending on the town. So seeing a Speed Zone Ahead creates alertness for congestion, traffic, etc. And, also means places to stop for gas, food, bathrooms, etc.
Back to Albany. As we near Albany and I see the speed zone ahead, I start to wiggle in my seat because my bladder is like..."it's time, Joy." And we slow down, 55...45...and I see the sign welcoming us to Albany. I'm ready to turn on my blinker. But, Gary didn't put on his blinker and isn't slowing down and now, we are speeding up. W. T. H.
My bladder, and my nerves, are NOT pleased.
I think to myself, "Maybe he's stopping somewhere else, that's a part of Albany."
NOPE.
We drive for another 30 minutes, on the dark winding, hilly roads in the pouring rain. Then, he texts me.
Now, I'm really not handling this too well. As it is, the headlights behind me are frustrating me and the rain is heavier and the roads are like a roller coaster and Gary's way ahead of me and I want to pull over but I can't see a damn thing and I know the road opens to 2 lanes and why isn't it opening up so this guy can go around me and now Gary's texting me when my hands are stuck gripping the steering wheel for dear life.
YEP. That run-on sentence was the censored version of what's going on in my mind.
The road opens to 2 lanes FINALLY and the tractor trailer behind me cruises past me, along with a couple other cars that I was holding up. Usually, I'll let everyone pass me. I don't give a damn. I'd rather get there safely then have to be first in line. Plus, if the a-holes are in front of me, I can keep a better eye on them.
Anyway, I can finally reach over and hit the call button on my phone to call Gary.
I'm upset and he's like, "why didn't you tell me you had to pee?" I kept repeating that he said we were stopping in Albany for gas. Then he says, he's going to stop at the gas station just down the road. Ok. I can hold it together.
We go through another Speed Zone Ahead and keep going past a gas station.
Now, I'm fuming.
!@#$!@#@!!!
Couple hills and bends later, we FINALLY stop at the gas station he was referring to.
OMFG
I'm shaking from head to toe AND I feel sick to my stomach.
But, I finally got to pee!
To Be Continued...
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