Day 128; Footnotes of Why I Love This Dirt Road

Obviously I can’t go into all the reasons, I would never stop writing. But today…today reminded me of at least one.

My son called, he was wondering if he had left his headphones on the counter. Nope. Then they had to be in his room. I couldn’t find them at first but then I did. Yes, would I bring them to him oh,, and on the way, would I pick up a soda? Sure.

I seriously need to start going a different way. I went the route I always go. At one point I have to cross over the road going in the opposite direction. Usually that isn’t a problem. Today, the number of cars on the road, was a problem. Or would have been but cars stopped and allowed me to pass through. I gave my son what he asked for and left. I got back to the main road and sigh. Traffic gave all the appearance of there having been an accident on the interstate and traffic being detoured onto this road.

Someone finally let me out, but I was in the wrong lane, and there was no way I was getting in the lane that would allow me to make the turn toward home. So I decided I’d go for fuel for the car. That allowed me plenty of time to get in the lane I needed. Which I managed. 

I pull into the fueling area and cars are backed up waiting. The lane that I usually use had vehicles with the gas access on the wrong side but they weren’t waiting. I watched as they pulled and stretched and dragged the hoses across their vehicles before they were finally able to fill up. When they finally moved on, I was able to pull up and easily get the fuel needed and then on my way.

Sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly.

I’m not sure what was going on. Was everyone in this county and several neighboring counties in that center trying to go in fifteen different directions at the same time? What a nightmare. Cars trying to get in between cars, cars trying to go straight across the roadway, cars politely waiting, then doing something silly when they were allowed out.

I was good. I was calm. I did let people out. It was the longest short trip I’ve taken in a long time. By the time I finally reached the traffic light out of there I was ready to pull over and curl up in a fetal position. Thirty to forty-five minutes to drive maybe a quarter of a mile.

The good thing was that people were being courteous and allowing  others in front, letting them out, no horns were heard, no angry voices. But the madness of the amount of  traffic was unreal. To finally pull into my driveway and get in the house was a relief. I am simply not accustomed to that.

I live on a dead end dirt road, there is traffic yes, but its nothing compared to that mess.

 Later, after my son got off work we decided to ride over and join in a Jeep group event. My son drove, and took us all over the county it seemed before ending up where he wanted to be. He purchased a couple of sandwiches to take with us and then headed on over to the meeting place. Still, hours after my encounter, traffic was unreal. I wondered if they were importing people from other counties or what.

We made it to the event, we hung out for an hour or so and then headed home. I would have stayed longer, but my son wasn’t feeling the best. He had worked all day after all so we just came home.

To this narrow, dead end, dirt road. Here where it may not be as quiet as it once was, it is more quiet than a lot of places. There is traffic but it is sporadic. We have a degree of privacy many do not. Sitting here, I won’t complain. Not after a day like today.

 Now my son is in the other part of the house resting and I’m working on this. Kind of wishing I could have stayed, but knew I couldn’t. There will be other times, him not feeling well took priority. As it is, the dogs have been fed, the night is quiet and it has been a weird, but wonderful day. I have my coffee, I have my quiet serenity, soon, I too will be getting my rest. Tomorrow, Lord willing is another day and I’m sure I will be reminded again why I love this dirt road.