

We woke up at 6am to the sound and smell of frying bacon. Grammy had begun making a big breakfast to start our journey. Once I ate everything on my plate, I received a challenge from my grandmother. If food goes uneaten in that house it is not for lack of trying. She will continue to encourage you to eat more and more, you feel a little guilty for not eating everything in sight. There was some bacon left to which I received the challenge, “well if Anna were here she’d eat it.” Anna would be my cousin’s daughter who is six years old, I believe. I was being challenged by a child who wasn’t even there! My grandmother’s powers are great as no bacon went to waste that morning.
We traveled from Clarksville down to Memphis, west to Little Rock and stayed overnight in Oklahoma City. When we hit Arkansas I was texting Miriam and she wrote back, “how’s it look, flat?” To which I replied, “Very.” After a few minutes, not knowing the conversation I was having through text, Derek noted how flat the state looked. This pretty much sums up traveling through Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Texas.
We decided to hit the fitness room that the Holiday Inn had. There was already a guest on one treadmill so I got on the other and Derek did some ninja moves in the back of the room. It was a long day of driving and we were tired so working out wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do with my downtime. I felt it was important for sitting in the car the next day so we went. This was when I noticed the other guest was watching some paranormal show on the television. So here I am worn out from a long day doing an activity, that I don’t consider fun on a high energy day, having to listen to a program that I immediately flip the channel on in my home. I have never given the shows a chance and now I can say I was justified in not watching them. There were two guys who spent an edited 20 minutes staring at a camera in some stranger’s house thinking every little creek was a ghost trying to communicate. I have no idea if ghosts exist, but I do know houses settle and make noise.
This was taken in Oklahoma City, I have never seen so many birds in one place before.
Before going on this trek my mother had given me a bunch of gift cards she had never gotten around to using. There were at least four cards for Cracker Barrel. I did not bother to count the number of Cracker Barrels we passed, however I can say that it felt as if every exit on route 40 had either a Cracker Barrel or a Dairy Queen. I don’t actually have much of a point merely an observation about a trend I noticed. Since we had so many cards we decided to eat at a Cracker Barrel that night as it was within walking distance of the hotel. Of course we drove not knowing how close it was at the time, but it was close.
Day two and three were not terribly exciting, wait for day 4 at least the pictures get better. I can’t promise my stories will get any better.
We started our journey on Monday, February 2nd. Our goal the first day was the reach Clarksville, TN to see my grandmother. Little did we know that would set the pace for the rest of the trip, we ended up driving 12 hours each day. We stayed in Clarksville on Tuesday and began driving again on Wednesday. We drove for four days and thankfully had no car troubles and were not pulled over at any point.
On Monday morning we woke up about 7am. First Derek received a call from his mother, saying “hi” and talking to him about the Superbowl the night before. My mother then called to us to let us know the time, clearly hitting snooze was not an option at this point. We had some breakfast and packed up the car.
We knew from the day before that we had over packed. We had both looked at the pile of stuff in the old apartment and said, “I think we have too much stuff, the car isn’t that big.” Sure enough, we were right. We were trying to plan in case we had to go for a few days without our furniture. We had a tent, sleeping bags, food, tray tables, computer, folding chair, and countless other things that were just not going to fit in the car. We threw out a bunch of the things we deemed unimportant and easy to replace. My parents are now the proud owners of the tent and sleeping bags which they will never use. We also left a few bags my mother agreed to ship to us later.
After packing the car we gave hugs and said goodbye to my family. My mother informed Derek he had better have me back in a year. The tears start to come and I left as quickly as I could to not start blubbering. Of course this leads me to take a right when I should have taken a left and started the trip off on the right note!
The first state we hit was West Virginia. We only had to go through the state for about 13 miles and of course we missed the only turn we had to make and had to stop and get directions. After getting directions in 7-11 Derek decides to bring out the GPS. I know everyone reading is asking what took so long, and I cannot answer that.
After three hours of driving Derek takes over and we listen to War of the Worlds radio program. It was so much fun to listen to and definitely worth picking up if you were not around to hear the original broadcast. I then started dozing off, for about an hour I was in an out of consciousness. All I know for sure is every time I opened my eyes nothing changed. Everything in Virginia looked exactly the same. My family made the drive to Clarksville, TN a bunch of times when I was a kid and I remember hating Virginia. The state feels like it goes on for forever! I have now learned that Virginia is not even close to being the most boring state to drive through.
As we were leaving Virginia and heading into Tennessee we hit a nice snow storm. It was fitting since we won't be seeing snow for a while. Thankfully it was still early afternoon so there were not many other cars on the road at the time.
As soon as we reached my grandmother’s house Derek noted that it looked like we hadn’t gone anywhere. He said if you had told him we were in Glen Burnie, MD he would have believed you. We sat and talked to Grammy for a few minutes and then decided we needed to do a quick workout. We were exhausted and our legs were feeling a little numb from sitting all day. We went out back and started doing some exercises. I can say that while our motivation was down I am so glad we went out and did this. I think this exercising at night was what made driving for such long periods of time possible.
As soon as we are done and got back in the house the phone was ringing. Oh crap, I forgot to call and let my mother know we had made it. As I am on the phone my grandmother is bringing out medical bills for me to try and figure out on the phone! We just got there and already I am being put to work. I have no idea what I am looking at, the dates don’t match up and we had just driven 12 hours so mom gets the necessary information from me so she can call about them the next day.
I hang up the phone and the next thing I know Grammy is trying to shovel food in our faces. She had bought vanilla ice cream for Derek and apple pie for me. Since she bought them that meant we had to eat some and she was not going to stop mentioning it until we had. After she went to bed I brought out the pie and found that it was in fact not purchased just for me, she had already eaten a slice. For a woman that says she doesn’t like sweets I found that she ate a lot of sweets in a day and a half.
The very best part about my grandmother’s house is the space heater in the bathroom. You turn it on a jump in the shower, when you come out the room is still nice and warm! No cold breeze and frantic towel drying necessary. I showed Derek around the house and told him some of the memories I have as a kid staying there. When I was a kid my sister and I had to sleep out in the living room on one particular trip. In the dining room, in plain view of the living room is a picture of Jesus. This is no ordinary photo of Jesus, not even an ordinary photo of Jesus with the crown of thorns; this is the darkest most tortured photo I have ever seen. In the daytime it is intense let alone at night when the only light in the room seems to be on this picture. Derek took a photo of this picture that haunted me on that one particular trip…