We had another adventure today. Brooke had an internship interview in Massachusetts so we hopped in the car and found our way to the interview. It was only 45 minutes away and the interview didn’t last very long. On our way home, we got to chatting and somehow missed that critical spot where we were supposed to move from one interstate system to the next. But, of course we didn’t notice. We were actually discussing what we liked and didn’t like about the Satan Diet and trying to decide if we wanted to try it again in a few weeks. We’ve really liked this diet for short term weight loss!
“Hey, look, there’s an alternative route to the interstate we need! I didn’t notice that before, should we take it?”
“Ummm. I don’t know. Do you think we’ll get lost?”
“Probably not, but I really want you to know how to get to work and back if you get this internship so we should probably pass it up this time.”
And we continued down the road and with our conversation. Eventually we started taking note of interesting points of view and names of towns that we hadn’t noticed on the way to the interview. This is the point where oblivion has usually turned into recognition that we are, again, lost.
We don’t mind being lost! Lost usually means an adventure of one sort or another although it also means a lot of induced stress. Sherry panics and Brooke starts up the gps on her phone. We call her Gypsy. Everyone needs a Gypsy who can send you home when you get lost. We re-routed, as commanded by Gypsy, and were again on our way. As we retraced our route on the interstate we noticed the beautiful, deep gray sky overhead and started reminiscing about the Midwest trip we took when Brooke was young. At that time, Sherry instructively explained that the Flash Flood warning on the radio was a lot like the Blizzard warnings we would hear at home in the wintertime (we lived in the Rocky Mountain area at the time) and told the kids how that meant the weather people were noting it could be dangerous to be outside….as we drove down the long, flat plains road toward the impending storm. (To be honest, the weather in the Rocky Mountains is so brutal most people just ignore the warnings and get on with life knowing they might be a little late getting home to dinner.) We were in awe at the dark wall of clouds that loomed ahead of us – on the ground, as we drove right into them and the heart of the most audacious rainstorm we have ever encountered! We noted how it looked like a little kid was pouring a bucket of water over a diesel truck as we passed by and were hit by the ongoing waterfall coming from the side of the truck – the rain was that heavy! After some white knuckle driving and some awesome rain-induced views (and one or two encounters with hydroplaning) we saw an orange glow appear in the surrounding blackness. It slowly became sunlight as we broke through the storm and found the calm. We will never be able to describe the feeling that accompanied that magnificent view.
It began to rain on us right at that moment. This was an audacious rainstorm! The rain was pelting us so hard we were sure it had to be a hail storm – but it wasn’t. We drove through the downpour enjoying the earthy smells and wonderful sights, expecting to find birds being pushed from the sky by the rain (didn’t happen), occasionally whooping with joy, and breathing a sigh of relief at any close calls we encountered with other cars. It was exit 21 on I-91 in Connecticut; if any of you happened to be there you know exactly how exhilarating this storm was! The lightening was fantastic! We eventually drove out of the heart of the storm – it was not nearly as dramatic as our Midwest storm but we were so happy we’d been lost! If we hadn’t been lost, we’d have missed the opportunity to be out in the best storm of the year!
We don’t mind being lost (which is good since we seem to do it a lot); we’ve found that lost means gained opportunities, some intense times, and many happy memories. And we always seem to get found again: Gypsy or no Gypsy.