I was ready, but I wasn’t. I did not look forward to Atlanta traffic even with me not driving. I trust my son’s driving, but over the course of our adventure I’ve seen some really crazy, reckless moves. I knew that I wouldn’t be disappointed while we were anywhere on the road, especially around Atlanta.
Breakfast was the left overs from the day before. Then it was time to get dressed and everything secured. While I did that my son carried our trash over to the dumpster at the edge of the field. When he returned I helped him maneuver into place to secure the camper to his car. After his pre-trip, we both got in the car and headed for home. I don’t call my mother when we leave now, I either wait until we are home, or call when we are very close. If I call before we leave she and dad will walk the floor watching for us. Never knowing what may or may not cause delays, I prefer not to call so they won’t worry should we not arrive when they feel we should.
My son told me he had considered driving through Atlanta, to show me the buildings. (They are buildings, I don’t care but I didn’t say that to him.) However his mapping kept sending him the by pass so that is what we did. Traffic was heavy but not insane. I did still see some moves that by some miracle worked even as I sat immobile and amazed. I also managed to keep my opinions of what I was seeing to myself. I didn’t want to break my son’s concentration over unnecessary distractions.
He stopped for gas twice. It was only after he had left the first stop and we were back underway that I noticed I had missed not one but two calls from my parents. There was no way I could call them and be heard or hear them. My son’s car is that loud. When we stopped the second time we were maybe thirty minutes from home but I called anyway. Mom was glad because according to her dad was pacing the floor.
As landmarks I knew came and went, I grew more at ease and ready to be home. I wanted to be home. I wanted to see my dogs. I wanted to sleep in my bed.
As we turned into our dirt road my son made a comment on smelling something hot. Moments later as we pulled into the driveway he stopped once he was all the way off the road. Getting out of his car he walked around and popped the hood of the car. He had lost the car’s water pump due to something going wrong with the belt and tensioner. He looked at me and commented, “I don’t know what to say.” I merely shrugged and said, “I do” Placing my hands together in a prayerful position I looked up and said, “thank you”. That could have gone out anywhere along the drive. We could have found ourselves stranded on the side of the interstate. Any number of scenarios could have happened, but didn’t. It went out as we were reaching our destination. That is protection.
He did manage to get the camper parked back in place and his car unhooked. (Its been a week, he still hasn’t done the repairs but he’d rather ride that motorcycle anyway.)
I walked down to let mom and dad know we were home. I took them some of the free things they had given out at the track. They gave all the appearance of liking those things as much as they would have any of the overpriced souvenirs sold at the track. Breaking away from them I headed back to start unloading the camper so my son could have his living space back.
Its been a week since we got back home. Over this past weekend my son and I watched the races on television. I sat in my chair, feeling the breeze coming in the widows and cheered on my favorites. Going to the races are fun, there is a whole different level of emotions and excitement when you are physically present. Watching from home though, is more comfortable and cheaper. But, thinking about it, that gives me a sneaky idea of a joke to play on my son. I need to plan this and see how it works out.
We had our adventure, I hope not the only one for the summer but only time will answer that. We had an amazing time and arrived there and back safely both times. I did things I had wanted to for a long time. Even as I sit here watching others share online their amazing life events and yes, feel a twinge of envy, I’m happy in what we were able to enjoy. Even as I hope to be able to take part in events around here, those that are wallet friendly and close to home fun.