An Alaskan road trip…redux
It was late in the day on Friday as I reached out and took the ticket from the tollbooth operator as I entered the Pennsylvania turnpike. I had left Alaska early Sunday morning and now almost 4,800 miles later I was within four hours of reaching my son’s home in Philadelphia. This meant that I had averaged about 870 miles a day since I began the journey. Not too shabby for this 51 year old to travel that many miles without an incident, but now as the destination approached the days of little rest started to weigh on me.
Only twice in the eight round trips, that I made, between Alaska and Pennsylvania did I ever encounter any problems. On that first trip I fell asleep while driving, those last few miles, and woke up just as I was about to drift to my demise under the trailer of a big rig. Then a few years later while driving to exhibit at an outdoor show in Denver I closed my eyes only to wake up driving down the side of an embankment on the interstate. Of course I over-corrected and spun across three lanes of highway only to come to rest when I plowed into a road sign.
That was then this is now and I am planning on a much shorter drive to Talkeetna for a visit with a fellow blogger. However the 18 years that have passed since I made those cross country trips have eroded whatever stamina I once had and now I am faced with the demands of an older more demanding body.
I have often reminisced about those ‘days of old’ when it seemed that life in general was better.
Those ‘days of old’ when it appeared:
that one third of the world’s population did not want to kill us
that our borders were much more secure
that our economy actually had a surplus
that it was a good thing to believe in morality and God
that we were proud to be Americans.
Is it just me or wouldn’t it be wonderful to have these ‘days of old’ once again?