I am not a very good road-tripper. Twenty minutes in the car, and I fall asleep. If I’m well-rested enough to stay awake, I get bored, so I read or write, which makes me carsick at least half the time. And depending on the time of day, I tend to have to make a lot of bathroom stops.
So I was really dreading the 9-hour drive to Vermont this past weekend. We left mid-afternoon and dropped Number Two at my in-laws. The drive wasn’t the worst we’ve ever taken. It wasn’t the longest, didn’t have the most rain, and had almost no traffic slow-downs (one accident, never came to a complete stop).
But there was still an endless quality to it. Our trip was to Burlington, VT, which is in the far north of the state, on the New York border. We use a combination of Google Maps and Mr. T (the voice of our TomTom GPS). Mr. T wanted to take us the ferry route, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be running at midnight, so I said no. Then he wanted to take us the longest of the three Google options, so we opted for the shortest of the Google options. Big mistake. 😦
In the daytime, that would probably have been a beautiful drive through Lake George. At 11:30 p.m., it was completely deserted. No lights, no cars, nothing. I’d been reading Megan Hart’s serial horror, The Resurrected, and that left me with a residual creep factor the lonely roads didn’t help. We were low on gas, and everything for ninety miles was closed.
But it all ended up fine. At 1:30 a.m. we checked into a hotel five miles from the college we were visiting. After three hours of sleep and a complimentary breakfast, we headed out into an extremely gorgeous day. The tours and sessions and lunch the school provided were all very good, and unfortunately, I have a feeling this is the school that will be Number One’s first choice.
Which means making this trip potentially 8 more times. Or more.
Coming home, we took the ferry across Lake Champlain. It was awesome. Beauty and peace and a slightly faster route. We ate dinner at the last Old Dock House on the lake and drove partway home, stopping just north of Albany for the night.
As I write this, Mr. T says we will be home in 4 hours and 37 minutes. It will be more than that, because we’re currently stuck in accident traffic and we have to stop to pick up Number Two. But at least it will be in all daylight, and there’s no rain in the forecast.
Luckily, we have a year before we might have to do it again. I just won’t think about the trip to Philly in a couple of weeks, or the 7-hour day trip to NJ, or the drive up to Massachusetts in August for a family reunion and more college visits. At least I’m not going to Ohio at the end of July. Bonus!
So which of you are road trip enthusiasts, which are homebodies, and which are like me and like to travel but would rather take take the train or fly?