Chapter 3 / Part 2: Rainman…
Interstates are boring. Shocked to hear that, aren’t you. There is no shortage of beauty in this country, but if you’re driving, you really can’t spend much time looking at it, and the road that you are trying to pay attention to is just one long monotonous never ending line of dark gray…
Zzzzzzzzz… I’m AWAKE!! Really... This drowsy state started to set in a few hours into the trip as the afternoon sun was beating down on the car and everyone else was either watching DVDs in the back or catching a cat nap in the front. Under these conditions your peripheral vision starts to narrow and the eyelids just start to get heavy, but sometimes nature has a way of solving your problems four you. And when you’re driving, that salvation usually manifests itself in the form of rain.
I don’t believe that I have ever driven over 400 hundred miles at a single stretch without getting rained on at least once. But sometimes Momma Nature just decides to rip open one great big ‘ol hole in the sky and absolutely drench everything in sheets of uninterrupted liquid havoc. Around home we’d call it a “frog strangler”. That’s what we encountered. This downpour started about midway through GA and continued for the next 200 miles or so. Now... I was awake, and very tense. With the visibility down, and most of the other cars speeding up rather then slowing down, the drive became a whole lot more, shall we say, exciting. When dinnertime approached we just grabbed burgers at a drive through and kept moving. The only good thing (if you can call it that, is that this kind of rain kept a lot of the Highway Patrol officers busy handling the myriad of driver errors (not that I could do very much speeding in those kind of conditions). Another good thing was deciding to take FL Route-9A as the bypass for downtown Jacksonville. If you don’t use this route, I recommend it. Better roads, fewer exits (which means less sprawl) and the chance to cross one really fine bridge at Dames Point. The view is breathtaking and the structure itself is spectacular.
(These were actually taken on the way back home)
(Yah, they aren’t the greatest images)
(Taken from a moving car and all, but you get the idea)
Trust me, if you were there looking out the window and up the St. Johns River, it was spectacular.
Somewhere near Daytona, the rain finally stopped. The rest of the drive on I-4 was fairly uneventful and I now had my second wind. We decided to stop at a Hampton Inn just northeast of “The Big O” for the night. I trust this particular chain, and they generally don’t let me down. They had a good room available, and warm cookies sitting out for the guests. The coffee, however... That was tepid at best and had been setting out a long while (win some, loose some), but the cookies were good, the bed was queen size, clean and soft, and in nothing flat we were all fast… a… sleeeeeee…
Zzzzzzzzzzz…