Last Leg

I needed help with NaBloPoMo and here it is. A guest blogger. Just in the nick of time.


The last leg of our journey was the shortest, but in many ways the most stressful. It rained all night and was still downpouring when we got up the next morning. This meant it took longer to unhook and get ready for the road. Finally we dragged our soaking wet selves into the truck and set off. Fortunately, it stopped raining after several miles. Soon we were in Florida. We crossed a long bridge over a bay – it reminded me of the Mackinac Bridge. Then the rain started pouring down again. It was one of those rains that makes one mile seem like ten. Vehicles were pulling over because the visibility was next to nothing. Not us though. We barreled along as though the coach wasn’t hydroplaning on the road behind us. Finally it was decided that we would stop at the next roadside rest. I was relieved because my leg…

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About Life in the 50's and beyond...

Welcome to Life in the 50's and 60's and beyond .... where I write about my childhood memories, music of the 60's and about life in the country. I am a mother, grandmother, farmer's wife, business owner, and retired teacher.
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