The evolution of Geetwo, traveling man.

In our early years of retirement, when we left wherever we had spent the winter months, we usually drove hell-bent for leather towards Indiana. This was mostly my doing, Susie is more than willing to dilly dally along the highways but I normally ignred her pleas to stop. After all, I had things to do and people to see and I didn’t want to waste time looking at what might have struck her fancy.
I have had many a 600 mile day pulling Fiona II, our fifth wheel, because I could not see the necessity in stopping in the middlee of the afternoon and whiling away perfectly good driving time sitting around on my rear. But I began to change a couple of years ago when I lost out on a bragging contest.
I pulled into a truck stop next to a pickup truck and an attached fifth wheel. The fellow was filling a huge gas tank mounted in the bed of the pickup. When he asked about how far I had driven, I said with a little bit of humbleness that I had logged 600 miles that day.
He did not miss a beat when he gestured tward the bed of his truck and said: “600 miles! That ain’t nothing, son. I can do 900 miles without even stopping. That extra 50 gallons means I don’t have to stop unless I want to.”

I was beaten that day in that particular pissing contest but I learned that I didn’t want to be that guy with his manly fuel tank.

I am now trying to learn to stop and smell the roses. Last year, after leaving the Fort Myers, Florida, we drove less than 200 miles north before stopping in Tarpon Springs, Fl.

We stopped because I was trying to keep peace in the family and also because the the damn news media has me scared to death of DVT. I do have a problem with PAD so that also contributed to my change of heart in the miles traveled department. (I also might have an OCD problem in throwing medical acronyms around.)

We greatly enjoyed that area around Tarpon Springs, particularly the food.

grilled octopus

However, there is a caveat to this story. Getting over to the city from I-75 was a real trial and once we got there, The traffic on Highway 19 was abominable so I doubt we will do it again.
After leaving there, we stopped for a few days above Knoxville, Tennessee where we spent a day in the museum of Appalachia and another day just relaxing before continuing our trip home.

Back to the old days. Back to the old days.[/caption]

dogwood trees

This year, we planned to take even longer time to get home and this post has turned out to be a preamble to telling you more about that plan. Stay tuned.


About geetwo

I am a 69 year old (in 2009) retired I.T. consultant. My wife, Susie and I travel in an RV 6 to 8 months a year. I write a humor / travel column for several print publications on a weekly basis.
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