Itinerary Modifications

 I woke up Friday morning 30 miles east of Nashville, hoping to include Parnassas Books and a paper store before heading due west.  But I was too early and decided not to spend two hours waiting for either to open at ten. I pondered: how to do it better next time and I came up with a very conventional travel plan.  Fly to the place you want to be, rent a car, and stay put for enough days to get to know the place and the people better.  

But, of course, that's never been my style.  I've always preferred wandering and encountering whatever shows up.  It's not a traveling style enjoyed by many others.  Day tells me she's too "destination oriented."  I could not bear the thought of traveling from Point A to Point B on interstates.

Most of my former traveling companions have, understandably, opted out of traveling random.  A couple of the ones I enjoyed road-tripping with are, sadly, no longer in my orbit.  But Carlene--the one with whom I've traveled most and who was a far trustier navigator than GPS--remembers these roads as well as I do and rides along with me by phone, suggesting routes and recalling places we had meals along the way.  I admire the way she is able to give up the things she can no longer do with ease.  I love the way she adapts to changing stages of life!  But still, I miss the way we improvised together on the road and collected stories we still find pleasure in remembering.

I woke up Saturday morning in Meridien, Mississippi, working out a plan to go to visit both Oxford and Natchez--two of my favorites--and to drive at least a part of Natchez Trace.  The problem with my plan was that Oxford at one point was three hours north and Natchez only a couple hours south, so I had to choose.  

For old times' sake, I walked around Natchez--but only for an hour until my feet gave up.  In earlier years, Natchez would have been a 2 to 3 hour walk.  But the weather was perfect and Luci waddled along happily, glad to be out of the car.  I figured I'd drive two more hours before dark.  But my GPS routed me along farm roads and small towns, no accommodations anywhere.  

As dark fell, I became anxious.  These are hours when you wish for the convenient cluster of eateries and La Quinta signs.  I was so road weary that I considered a couple of local motels, but they were shabby with hard mattresses, and I soldiered on.

It was way past dark when the road I was on intersected with I10 just a few miles from Lake Charles.  When I saw the huge looming bridge, I panicked, no way no way at night! Luci and I shared a burger in the car and finally settled on a Howard Johnson for the night--my only option unless I headed back east toward Lafayette. 

Maybe it's time for me to reconsider Random!  To embrace the idea of staying in one place and getting a rental car to explore during daylight hours!  Furthermore, if I'm honest, I should put more effort into exploring the kinds of places I'd like to be sure to see--ahead of time.

I'm aspiring to be adaptable, to restore my love of the open road but with some guardrails in place.  To admit to myself that driving back roads after dark is no longer do-able--especially when bridges are looming.