I don’t know how many times we’ve driven to and from Tom and Ellin’s house. While we never are lonely on the road — there’s always been company — it was an easy drive. Even when it was raining or snowing, it was never difficult.
We had a great time all the way around. The dogs were a bit dramatic, though I think had they a few more days, they’d have ironed out their differences.
But oh my, the traffic! It was heavy all the way down. Lots of bumper-to-bumper, stop and go — on both sides, north and southbound. Coming home, it was not only slow, but there were a lot of nutsy drivers out there. The speed demons who cut you off with inches to spare while going 90 MPH or the people on the phone who don’t know they are drifting into your lane — and you. It was worse for the people on the opposite side of the road. Some of them are probably still trying to get wherever they were heading.
It got me thinking about the upcoming infrastructure bill. Basically, it will mean for any number of years to come, virtually every road in this entire huge country is going to be under construction. At the same time. From major highways to little back roads, it’s going to be endless construction. If traffic is bad now, it’s going to be so much worse. Who knows for how long? Road construction never gets done on time. Ever. It’s a thing.
We need railroads. Like they have in Europe. Rails that go everywhere. If you want to go, you can leave the car at home and get to your destination in reasonable comfort. Not after spending who knows how many hours behind the wheel.
It has been close to two years since I’ve spent significant time on the road and my back did not appreciate the experience. Even with Owen driving, the endless vibration of the car on the road left me barely able to move.
Bring on those trains!
If everyone in the U.S. didn’t drive everywhere, you didn’t see so many homes with four or more cars parked in the driveway, the air would be better. We wouldn’t need to keep digging for so much oil, and we’d all save money.
We were supposed to go away again next week, but we’re expecting a hurricane tomorrow night — a pretty big one for this latitude — that might last well into Monday. There is no way I’m going from the storm to another three hundred mile jaunt on Tuesday. Garry’s in no shape to do it and I don’t know if I am ready to be a passenger.
The storm is the seventh of the season. Fred, the sixth, just passed us while we were away. The “G” storm must have fizzled before it hit the mainland, but Henri is already bombing up the coast. How many hurricanes are we going to have this year? It was always a rarity for these big storms to come this far north and have much power left. It maybe once every five or six years, not twice in one week.
Time and the weather are beginning to catch up with us.