Stella has kindly agreed to send along a daily report of their progress as well as observations of the people and places that make up our nation.
Our last excitement came just 30 miles short of our stopping point for the night. Hoping to arrive before dark, we came upon a stationary convoy of tractor-trailers with oversized loads – entirely blocking both eastbound lanes of the highway. Flummoxed, several of us took to the centre turn-lane to pass the blockage. But, thwarted by the median and surprised by an angry truck driver standing in the road waving his arms, most turned round. I ended up driving down the (thankfully quiet) wrong side of the road for 20 yards or so to a turn-off. From there we watched the cock-up across the road as a flag man at the head of the convoy waved frantically and a driver sprinted up and down, until all six concrete bridge-spans had finally turned off. The time we stopped allowed Mike to rig up a jump-wire to give us functioning tail-lights – eliminating our cause for concern about arriving after dark.
Checking into Super 8, Dad was asked where we’d driven from today, but he couldn’t remember right off. I think that says it all: we’re tired! A very long push tomorrow would take us home. All being well, we’d love to be there by evening.
But we’ll just have to see…