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These are what kept me going as I went back to Fairfax to get the car and drove back.
As I was waiting for the train in Elk River to go to Minneapolis to catch the bus I was talking to various people, trying to get directions from the train terminal to the bus terminal. A a young woman walking by listened to me for a second, then came over and said "You sound very lost." I agreed that I was, and she offered to walk me to the bus station when the train arrived. Her name was Kelly, and she is currently on break from school, where she is majoring in Early Childhood Education. I told her that my daughter had recently graduated with the same degree, and talk of schooling and education took up the 40 minutes as if they were five. Kelly walked me to the bus station, giving me a mini-tour along the way.
People in Minnesota were universally friendly.
The bus trip was mostly dull, though a couple from California - Jake and Teresa "adopted" me against my will and sought me out for conversation because, as Teresa said, I "looked lonely". I wasn't - I was trying to read my book dammit!
Another interesting thing was a big guy who got on in Omaha and wanted to buy my seat from me so that he and his sister could sit there (I was in the back, where there are three seats that can make a passable bed when unoccupied). I told him no because I have long legs and the back seat has a couple extra inches of leg room. He went back to the front to talk to his "sister". She wasn't, she was just some chick he was trying to pick up on. I heard him say "I'll get him to move."
Then he came back and snuggled into the seat next to me, very obviously trying to make me uncomfortable. It didn't work, mainly because I was tired and wanted to sleep. So I ignored him and turned to the window, using my coat for a pillow. What he didn't know was that another legacy of the Demmick Island upset was that I swallowed some water and wound up with fairly severe diarreah. So I quietly slept and blew nuclear level farts in his direction every few minutes. He moved at the next stop. I love people.
A few stops later I got another offer for my seat (popular seat, the back) which I also declined. I ended up sitting next to a guy from Pittsburgh who obviously dealt drugs for a living based on the numerous conversations he had on his phone. The third seat was occupied by a lovely young woman who was going to visit her finace' in Pittsburgh. She has two degrees and is going back to school for a third. Nice young woman with a future ahead of her.
I was able to sleep from Pitt to DC because the bus was fairly empty. Ahh, sleep.
When I got home I ran around trying to gather up what stuff we needed, including a new tripod. Then I slept for about 6 hours and got into the car to head north.
I did ~1100 miles in 18 hours of driving, averaging 64 mph according to the GPS. I ate one Subway sandwich, nine bananas, and drank 11 cups of coffee.
And I got back to my baby!
These are what kept me going as I went back to Fairfax to get the car and drove back.
As I was waiting for the train in Elk River to go to Minneapolis to catch the bus I was talking to various people, trying to get directions from the train terminal to the bus terminal. A a young woman walking by listened to me for a second, then came over and said "You sound very lost." I agreed that I was, and she offered to walk me to the bus station when the train arrived. Her name was Kelly, and she is currently on break from school, where she is majoring in Early Childhood Education. I told her that my daughter had recently graduated with the same degree, and talk of schooling and education took up the 40 minutes as if they were five. Kelly walked me to the bus station, giving me a mini-tour along the way.
People in Minnesota were universally friendly.
The bus trip was mostly dull, though a couple from California - Jake and Teresa "adopted" me against my will and sought me out for conversation because, as Teresa said, I "looked lonely". I wasn't - I was trying to read my book dammit!
Another interesting thing was a big guy who got on in Omaha and wanted to buy my seat from me so that he and his sister could sit there (I was in the back, where there are three seats that can make a passable bed when unoccupied). I told him no because I have long legs and the back seat has a couple extra inches of leg room. He went back to the front to talk to his "sister". She wasn't, she was just some chick he was trying to pick up on. I heard him say "I'll get him to move."
Then he came back and snuggled into the seat next to me, very obviously trying to make me uncomfortable. It didn't work, mainly because I was tired and wanted to sleep. So I ignored him and turned to the window, using my coat for a pillow. What he didn't know was that another legacy of the Demmick Island upset was that I swallowed some water and wound up with fairly severe diarreah. So I quietly slept and blew nuclear level farts in his direction every few minutes. He moved at the next stop. I love people.
A few stops later I got another offer for my seat (popular seat, the back) which I also declined. I ended up sitting next to a guy from Pittsburgh who obviously dealt drugs for a living based on the numerous conversations he had on his phone. The third seat was occupied by a lovely young woman who was going to visit her finace' in Pittsburgh. She has two degrees and is going back to school for a third. Nice young woman with a future ahead of her.
I was able to sleep from Pitt to DC because the bus was fairly empty. Ahh, sleep.
When I got home I ran around trying to gather up what stuff we needed, including a new tripod. Then I slept for about 6 hours and got into the car to head north.
I did ~1100 miles in 18 hours of driving, averaging 64 mph according to the GPS. I ate one Subway sandwich, nine bananas, and drank 11 cups of coffee.
And I got back to my baby!
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