Well, let me tell you, boy was I ever wrong. As I was cresting a hill near mile marker 82 and singing the joys of being just 40 minutes from home, I was greeted with brake lights as far as I could see. This must just be a small little accident that has things slowed down, I thought to myself. Or maybe it's just a construction zone? Surely it's not related to the single lane closed 10 miles up the road. A quick call home told the unfortunate tale - a crazy person shot 2 family members and then led police on a high speed chase before crashing his car, attempting to shoot the police officers, and finally, being shot himself. All of this drama happened at 11:30am. Yes, that's right, a whopping 8 hours before. Yet the interstate was still a parking lot and there was going to be nothing quick and easy about the "short" drive that remained in front of me.
When life throws you a challenge, you can either find a foul mood and be angry or you can laugh life straight in the face and move on. In most situations, I choose the later. Mostly because it's pretty fun to find the humor in situations that light a fire in the soul of others, but also because there's nothing to be gained from being miserable.
So in addition to providing my parents with the play-by-play via cell phone, I also snapped some pictures that capture the true spirit of "middle-of-nowhere-South-Carolina." Sadly missing from the photos is the 3 story tall cross with neon lights reading "Jesus Saves" that greated me with open arms as traffic first came to a standstill. I little irony - me thinks so! Here's the narrative that accompanies the images I did capture. Enjoy!
|Hmm, maybe just a small traffic hiccup. I'm sure we'll be moving soon.|
|Not looking good - lots of red lights ahead.|
|This guy must have heard we were in for a long night on the interstate.|
|Do you think he has a grill inside that we can hook up to the generator and have a little roadkill barbecue for dinner?|
|Not a good sign. I much prefer the little red line to be pointing at 80.|
|I'm hungry and I've already consumed the carrots, apple, and granola bar I packed for snack. |
What are the odds that one-toothed Farmer Tom has some peaches for sale in the dead of winter?
|A hungry Crystal = grouchy Crystal.|
|23 minutes into the traffic nightmare and I've gone 1 mile.|
|Major progress! We're moving!|
|The movement was only a tease. Time to put it back in park and enjoy the music. Oh wait, there is NO good music in the middle of rural South Carolina.|
|Finally, signs of life! Shopping was tempting, as was the food court food (NOT!). |
Too bad it was after 7pm and all the stores were closed.
|5 hours after leaving Atlanta, I've never been so happy to be back home.|
MUST FIND FOOD! Priorities, people.