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Carol Perkins: Fall Driving Trip, Part 2
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By Carol Perkins
On the second leg of our journey through West Virginia and Virginia, we arrived in Virginia Beach for three nights. I called the Holiday Inn to make sure our balcony room was secured.
We were to be on their highest floor- the seventh. As we neared, I plugged in the address, but Guy had already spotted the sign.
Stop One: wrong Holiday Inn. I suspected it might be when I saw it had at least fourteen floors. The desk guy sent him up the road to another Holiday Inn. Wrong one again. It had at least twelve floors.
If we had followed the Google Map, Guy wouldn't have had the adventure of maneuvering his long bed truck in and out of three hotel parking lots!
The next day we set out to explore.
Keep in mind that since Guy has owned his truck, the windshield wipers have created more of a smear than a clear view. As we began to cross the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, a seven-mile bridge built high enough to keep water from flooding but low enough to be frightening, the wind was ferocious, and the rain fell in spurts. I held to the seat tightly as the waves rose and fell against the bridge pillars. The distance between the truck and the ocean seemed so low that if I reached out, I could drag my hands along the waves. Guy didn't tell me until later that he had a hard time steadying the truck.
The rain slacked and we drove most of the seventy-two-mile peninsula to the Maryland border. Then the downpour started!
The rain beat against the windshield as the wipers half-heartedly dragged across without success. I "suggested" I couldn't see. He "suggested" I didn't need to because I wasn't driving. I kept hounding him. (Men hate that!) I knew he couldn't see but pretended he could. For the next hour or so, we drove off the main path to small sea villages such as Cape Charles, although the limited vision was making the excursions hard to enjoy.
After "suggesting" several times that he might want to replace the wipers before venturing back across the bridge in the dark, a Wal-Mart magically appeared, where he bought a set. He pulled under a gas station shelter and endured the blustery wind to install them, but what a difference the new ones made. We could see where we were!
The trip back across just as the sun was setting was more relaxing than the one going over. The wind had settled, lights lit the path, and we could see! Of all our day trips, this one was in the top five. The rain was a hindrance, but nothing could compare to the scenic hairpin detour we took back home.
Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at email@example.com.
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