Okay, enough of winter for me.
I packed up the car and hit the road, heading south. I spent Monday with my daughter and grand kids and left from their house on Tuesday morning.
I will spend the night in a hotel in northern Virginia and then head to my brother's in North Carolina.
It looks like I might not outpace the storms that threaten the southeast this weekend, but I will give it a try.
The 500+ miles I put in today were relatively smooth, except for the mountains between Scranton and Harrisburg, PA. It rained and helpful signs (when I was right on top of them) informed me that I was in a fog-prone area. Right--might not have noticed otherwise.
Have they kicked out St. Christopher? The one who was supposed to protect travelers? I think I heard that some years ago. Well, my dad was not a saint, but he was a good driver. I have long conversations with him whenever I am driving any distance or driving in bad weather, and I definitely feel he is there watching out for me every time I am in a car. Thanks, Dad!