Muses

All Pro Road Tripper.

I’ve gotten pretty good at loading the kids up and heading south down Interstate 75 to Florida.

We had a few days to spare this week, so I took off to check-in on the parents.

My parents are of the age I need to stop in and see how they are navigating life on their own.

This is hard because:

A. They are my parents for Pete’s sake. The people who always told me “no”(and I obeyed) and the only persons in the world I had fear of disapproving.

and

B.  I’m a week away from dropping my first born off at college.

A bit fragile at the moment.

My co-pilot.

 

This was picked up about Valdosta.

I also bought the two young’uns some strawberry smoothie concoction. Something I never do.

As stated eariler,  I’m fragile and an overly the soft-touch at moment.

This marker always brings a smile to my face.

My favorite sign on all of Florida’s I-75.

I remember when above mentioned co-pilot was about six. We stopped at the same rest area.

Once we got in the bathrooms I noticed she was looking under the doors in all the long line of stalls.

Then it dawned on me, she was looking for those deadly serpents.

I’ve never seen a snake there. An alligator or two — but never a snake.

What was the scariest beast you encountered in an interstate rest area?

The non-human kind, I mean.

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