Road Trip *Part Three

[DeannaScraps]

We hop on I-95, confident that after only one trip to Savannah before, I could find my way over to the historical part of town so we can see the old shops, the beautiful houses and meander through the streets under the majestic oaks that line them.  Of course, the map of Savannah is safely tucked away at home in Florida so as not to misplace it if we should ever need it.

Easy, huh?

Well, we headed in the general direction and my confidence didn't waver.

Until...

I had this sneaky feeling I should have merged left instead of right. Hmmm...

Oh well, we'll just follow this and see what there is to see!

We saw some industrial areas, a really old cemetery and the genius of engineers who make two lanes out of what was clearly once a one lane street. I remained calm as that man in the pick-up truck continuously blew his horn at me. Apparently, I wasn't going fast enough over the speed limit on this particular road for him and he was obviously late for an important date. I prayed he saw my licence plate and realized I was but a just dumb tourist.

We kept passing roads that had names that were familiar, so when one struck my fancy I hung a left and headed in what I hoped was the direction of downtown!

Yes! The internal compass was not completely broken! We found downtown!

We did not, however, drive around down there gazing upon the historical beauty. I had my sights on this huge bridge that crossed the river and I wanted to go over it! Why? Well, because I love stuff like that and because my oldest daughter was clearly against the idea and what better way to torture a child than take her over a bridge?

I zigged this way and zagged another way and when I was questioned by the daughter who drives as to where I was going I replied,

"I'm looking for that bridge!"

I was greeted by many words that are better not repeated here. She really, really did not want to go over the river.

"Why do you have to do this, Mom?"

"Because I can! You can close your eyes."

"But I like the ground. I don't like bridges."

"I'm sorry. But you're 20 now and I no longer have to cater to your childish fears. You close your eyes now, honey."

She had her heels propped up on the seat, hugging her knees and eyes squeezed shut as tight as they could, while I was happily looking out the window at the scenery, annoying the drivers behind me as I slowed to the actual speed limit to take in the glory as best I could!

"Cool, Dayna! You can see all the way to the Atlantic! I'm sure that's the Atlantic!"

"Wow! Look at the skyline of Savannah! Gorgeous!"

"Hmmm...those skid marks don't look good! Wonder if they went over the edge?"

(I know, I'm evil.)

As we descended the torturous bridge I could sense my daughter relaxing and peeking a view to see how much further we had to go until we reached terra firma. As I'm reveling in the afterglow of what is the equivalent of a roller-coaster ride for me, I'm chattering on about how she would have loved that if she just gave it a chance.

We exited the bridge road and, naturally, had to get back to the other side of the river. Dayna volunteered to swim.

Dayna takes out her cell phone and proceeds to text her boyfriend in Orlando about me torturing her and if she dies to please take care of her cats.

Mary is quiet in the backseat. I think she just cataloged this torture and will save it for the future when her father and I are helplessly dependent on her in our old age.

(to be continued....)

[shannonmimi]

Feb. 23, 2008 at 11:33 AM You are hysterical!

[Scrap-n-chat]

Feb. 25, 2008 at 10:32 PM

LOL don't you just love to be lost with the kiddos! I had a van full of 15 girls from Ali's Volleyball team in Vegas...I should of stopped by and picked you up first!

Well it sounds as though you are having a great time on this trip!...lol