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Croatoan, etc.

I spent 7 hours driving my husband's big black truck (The Behemoth) from one part of Michigan back to my hometown for a memorial service for a family friend this weekend.  I finally got to check out what was going on with the rest of the world (my flist) only to find that I have been infected with Croatoan virus by ya'll.  I'm sure this is the day something related to The End happened but as I'm quickly losing my ability for rational thought and beginning to drool, I doubt that I will ever know.  It's probably just as well that I didn't write on my arm because I couldn't explain it to my poor parents.  They are less likely to notice the drooling.

I see some folks are doing an entry every day in August and rather than follow any particular meme, I'm going to just see if I can do an entry each day so I'll have something to look back at to see what I was doing at this point in my life (besides the Croatoan).  This trip back home is the first time I've been away from my husband, kid and dog all at the same time since my daughter was born.  That's 11 years since I've gone anywhere on my own overnight.  I spent the drive singing to stay awake and was pretty hoarse when I got here.  I had to drive over the Mackinac Straits to get from the lower part of Michigan to the Upper Peninsula.  The Straits are the connection between two of the Great Lakes, Michigan and Huron, and are spanned by a five-mile-long suspension bridge.  At one point it was the largest of its kind.  Halfway across the bridge, heavy fog set in.  It was the first time in many years that the height of the bridge bothered me.  Maybe it was driving a large unfamiliar truck, but it felt like I was very close to the edge.  White knuckles is pretty accurate.

The trip is mostly over two-lane state and US highways and inevitably, cars bunch up in long convoys behind a slow moving camper or someone hauling a boat. Today, the culprit leading the cars was me.  The best part of my day was when a group of four Sons of Anarchy wannabees got in behind me.  They didn't want to get split up so they wouldn't pass me even where there was a passing lane and didn't let anyone get between them.  It was like having a really badass escort for about 50 miles.  For anyone that knows the UP, we split up in Engadine, home of the now gone Enga-diner.

I'm glad to be here and out of the truck.  Now, I'm going to go sleep off the Croatoan and the road.


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Aug. 2nd, 2014 08:02 am (UTC)
A 7 hour drive is no joke - I do the singing thing to stay awake while driving too! That foggy bridge does sound really scary...
Aug. 2nd, 2014 11:35 am (UTC)
I get to reverse the trip tomorrow but the bridge is later in the day so not so much chance of fog. I'll be more comfortable with driving this truck too. It just seems to take up so much of the lane compared to my much smaller car. I'm doing all kinds of crazy creative parking so I don't have to try to back up with it.
Aug. 3rd, 2014 09:16 pm (UTC)
LOL, that does sound like a really badass (and slightly scary) escort. :D

Edited at 2014-08-03 09:16 pm (UTC)
Aug. 4th, 2014 01:43 am (UTC)
I'm actually somewhat nervous driving that near bikers only because they seem so exposed to the elements and other drivers. Michigan no longer requires helmets either so that makes them look more vulnerable, especially compared to my huge truck. I was mostly relieved when we parted because I didn't have to worry for them quite so much. Turns out there were a lot of big bike caravans out over the weekend so people must enjoy it though. They did have gorgeous weather after the fog, so there's that.
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