I like to travel the highways, get off the beaten trail, explore and discover new things. Some days I might go 60 miles and another day 700 miles. I've been traveling like this all my life. Although arriving at a destination is great, it's the getting there I like. And.......I always go alone, until....
In 2001 (much to my horror) I suggested that Karen travel with me. I had no sooner asked her, that I regretted it, but, it would be rude to retract the invite so I just had to live with it. Equally as horrifying - she accepted. I kept beating myself up - how could I be so stupid? My holiday was going to be horrible. I was sure my gypsy-type traveling would be ruined. I couldn't imagine anyone else enjoying the type of traveling I did. I just knew she was going to complain about the long hours in the car and having to stop and explore. It was going to be a disaster. Karen was only a mutual acquaintance through the pool league and I really didn't know her. How were two stubborn, strong willed people, who really didn't know each other, going to get along for two weeks? We needed our heads read!! We hadn't even left and she was telling me she didn't like red cars. Yep, my car is red. It was going to be a long two weeks!
But, I was in for a surprise!!!
On May 18th, 2001, we set out for Las Vegas (via Mount Rushmore - only 1,000 extra miles) and the rest, as they say, is history. No two people have ever been more suited to travel together as me and my new-found road trip buddy. I knew it was going to be OK when, not even 4 hours on the road, we were scrapping original plans and changing our route. After two weeks with a virtual stranger, not one disagreement, and not even home yet, we were planning our next trip.
Our friends have nicknamed us "Thelma and Louise... without the gunfights". |
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