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.