Many years ago, when we first began to drive down to
South Padre Island in the spring to windsurf we would pile into the RV and drive the 1650 miles in two and a half days.
We would stay and sail as long as we could, then high tail it back in another two and a half days.
And before you tell me about driving from Palmdale to
Dallas in 24 hours, let me remind you we were in an RV, towing either a trailer or a truck, getting 6.5 MPG, with a 36 gallon tank, while trying to do 65 in an 80 mph zone.
After I retired, I would drive solo to SPI. Carol and Christy would fly down to Brownsville to spend a couple of weeks and then fly home. Driving by myself, I continued the mad dash for the gulf. After all, if I stopped, what was I going to do? Just as before, I would drive to Las Cruces, N.M., find a quiet place to rest for 3-4 hours. Then it was on to some where east of San Antonio, hopefully, and grab another couple of hours sleep, maybe six. Finally, roll on down to SPI, set up camp and maybe, just maybe, get in a little sailing the day I arrived.
Our friends, Dennis and Jill, were constantly astounded that we would make this arduous trek. Even more so, that I would continue to do it after I retired was almost incomprehensible. For them, any day’s trip in excess of 250 miles was tantamount to the Bataan Death March. So it is then, that with their inspiration and guidance; their dedication to not having an aching butt at the end of the day; and their determination to not beat themselves silly as they ramble along the highways and byways of this great nation, that we, with due diligence, set forth yesterday and covered the massive distance of 54 miles. That’s right gentle readers, 54 miles from Niagara Falls to just southwest of Rochester.
I have a niece who lives with her family in Henritta, N.Y. The last time we saw her was at her wedding some 19 years ago.
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