On this last day of our trip Anne lost it, one too many construction zones. I may have helped to precipitate this breakdown, by acting silly and reciting, “Every barrel is precious.” “I love you, orange barrel. And you, orange barrel and you, and you too. I love all of the taillights. They are so sparkly and red. I luv that we get to just sit here and admire them all.” We pulled off at the next exit and then I began applying cold compresses about her forehead. After a while her delirium passed. I took over driving then and we continued on.

We made it home today. It only took us two days of driving to retrace the four days of driving east to Charleston. This is typical of our road trips, a meandering journey out, followed by a quick dash for home. This two-week vacation was lovely. It was great seeing all of our friends again and then visiting Congaree National Park and Charleston was fantastic. There was more than the usual amount of construction. I guess we can thank the Bipartisan Infrastructure Act for that. All the red states that we drove through had immaculate pavement. Many times, the orange barrels came out and I could not fathom why. Maybe the road crews were still admiring their work or maybe they forgot to put them away after they were done? Thanks, Joe Biden! 😉