The plan on Monday was to start driving from Bristol to Pensacola, as shown here in Exhibit A.
After ten days of deliciously cool temperatures and eye-bogglingly beautiful fall foliage in Virginia, we were ready for 3-4 days of beachy R&R, before heading back to San Antonio for a routine medical appointment on Nov. 2.
Twenty-odd years as a Navy wife, and not once have I been to P’cola! My only actual mission: paddle boarding. I planned to hand someone my money and give that shit a try.
But when we woke up on Tuesday morning, there was a voicemail from the doctor, to the tune of “Oh, by the way, you need to have lab work done before your appointment.” Which is on Monday morning. At 8.
Shit.
So instead of continuing south, we turned right, spent a second night on the road, and here we are back in San Antonio again.
We saw some fine examples of custom RV life, obeyed a sign, and cursed Houston traffic along the way. Oh, and a golden toss pillow that had been headed to a charity drop box? It’s Lola’s now.
Parked right in front of that there sign. Neener!
