It was taken a long time ago when I was still at university and the boyfriend was new. A nice guy but he had a mind of his own. One weekend he invited me on this road trip that would take us from Tennessee to Alabama. I had never been to Alabama before so decided to go along. We would be spending the weekend with his sister and his brother-in-law.
It started out as a nice trip. Lots of rest stops, good food along the way and the scenery was nice and serene. Total driving time was supposed to be around 4 hours but as evening rolled around, we were still driving! Dusk brought on a new spooky feeling as the trees on both sides of the road had moss hanging from them and it looked downright scary! I later learned that they were called Spanish Moss but that didn’t help to calm my mind.
ME: “Are we going the wrong way?”
HIM: “Nope, we are headed in the right direction.”
Hmm….anyway, I watched as the road got narrower and the ride got spookier. About an hour in, there was a sign that read, “Welcome to Louisiana.”
I looked at him and he looked away.
HIM: “I guess you are right.”
ME: “I don’t want to spend the night in Louisiana.”
HIM: “We are going to turn around,” sounding more than a little irritated.
To make a long story short, we turned around and headed back to Alabama. I’m not sure how long that took but we finally made it to our destination somewhere around midnight! I was thankful that we made it to where we needed to go and kept my mouth shut!
“Most men are reasonably useful in a crisis. The difficulty lies in convincing them that the situation has reached a critical point.” Elizabeth Peters
It was a memorable road trip because I learned that men are often averse to asking for directions when they are lost. Why? Lord only knows!
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