Trip Start Dec 01, 2010
51Trip End Mar 01, 2011
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We basically start the migrating process about one week in advance. Gail does all the packing and gathering of items for the return south and I "winterize" our humble abode up on the mountain. As the time grows nearer, we are both chomping at the bit to hit the road. This year was no exception.
This year it seams that Gail had somehow managed to pack the truck with more items then we originally started with. The day before we left I found myself trying to re-pack everything and condense things just to be able to shut the tailgate on the truck. With cargo secured and our boys (Baxter & Harold) in the back seat we were off. Gail had not slept the night before so she was ready by 03:30 in the morning to hit the road. As with all our travel plans, Gail gets a bit excited and we did not even make it past the first bathhouse in the resort and a pit stop was needed. Yes, 500 feet down the road and I was stopping for a pottie break!
As we always do, we started talking about all our plans for the winter. Me talking about how I'm going to do nothing but go on the boat, fish, and relax, and Gail talking about all the projects she has planned and money she will spend on our new home. The plans are for a new bigger patio, tile work in the Carolina room, a tile back splash in the kitchen and a host of other items to long to list. This list will only get longer after she starts watching her HG TV show on cable. Now just a little side note. It is my opinion that HG TV should put a huge disclaimer on the start and end of each show stating that all projects shown on this show are NOT PAID for by the homeowners. Sure, I would love to have custom tile work and concrete work done by only the best of professionals but unfortunately I do not have a producer paying the bill!
Making it through Baltimore and Washington DC without to much traffic we motor down the road. Baxter and Harold are both snoring in the back so loudly that the volume must go up on the radio. Must have been those pills Gail spiked their food with. Unbelievably, Gail is still awake. This in itself is a miracle. She usually makes it for about 45 minutes then it's lights out until we stop for gas.
Making it to North Carolina another miracle happens. Gail steps up and says she is driving the last 2 hours of the trip. This has never happened before in 32 years of marriage. Gail is the co-pilot and that is it. She can not be removed from that seat without physical force. What's going on? What is she looking for? I don't care. I jump in the right hand seat and proceed to take a nap telling her to wake me about 10 minutes before we arrive. Life is good.
We arrived in record time and unloaded the truck and took my first good shower in 5 months (not the best water pressure on the mountain) and relaxed and thought about the things to come. The next few days were interesting. First my laptop blows up, then Gail's IPOD and Bose system stops working, then the boat does not want to give up her filters as easily as planned (two day job) then my cell phone stops working. Whats with all this bad ju-ju? Things have slowed down here the last few days and most everything is fixed. Just a bad run I guess.
Now that things are running smoothly we have taken the boat out and went crabbing. Gail has my house stinking like crabs again and cold beer is being consumed. We dine out 3-4 days a week and Baxter has gotten groomed and is looking like a real man. Harry is running all over the place and Gail is sleeping until 9am. Looks like we are back home again in South Carolina.