I got sick Thursday afternoon. Wasn't feeling too hot so I laid down for a 30-minute snooze. I woke up 4 hours later wiped; stayed up for a few hours and then retired back to bed. Friday was not so good and it's worse when you have a whole slew of things you're hoping to get done, but you don't have any energy or mental capability to do them. A downer to end the week.
Then Saturday comes. I had to work Saturday morning, so I went in. I was trying to pace myself as I knew I had a flight to catch later that night out of Denver. Work wasn't too bad. Came home, finished packing and headed to the airport. That was the same day a 100+ car pile-up happened right near Denver. Thankfully I was NOT involved in that.
What usually is an easy 90 minute drive from the airport to our front door in Columbia, took 12 hours. We started off on I-70 taking it slow and steady, but the midwest winter storm was already underway (aka rain, sleet, ice = not fun, not safe and very cold!!!). But off we went because I wanted to get home Saturday night. I didn't want to be stuck in St. Louis on Sunday and perhaps even Monday. "Just get me home. I didn't come all this way to sleep in a hotel!"
We went from exit to exit playing it safe. We traveled a speedy 40mph while navigating the rough roads together. We saw a couple spinouts along the way, but were fine in our all terrain SUV and we weren't the only ones on the road. There were others taking it slow and steady with us (I admit, I bunch of stupid people on the road thinking if "he's doing it, I can do it.")
We passed one exit and debated between staying at the Fairfield Marriott there, but passed it up (we would later come to regret that decision). We kept on trucking and then 10 miles down the road the cops directed us (along with everyone else) off I-70. No more through traffic--at least not tonight. We looked down and saw a huge back up of cars. I was so thankful we got off in time before getting stuck in that. Who likes to spend their Saturday nights stuck in a car, on the highway, in the dark, in 20 degrees?
We called a few hotels at this small Missouri exit (and remember it's Saturday night almost 1am now). Our first choice, no vacancies. Second choice, Super 8. We pulled up and decided nah, I don't think so. We went to our third choice only to find it a little more sketch than choice #2. So back to the Super 8 we went.
Upon going in and asking the proprietor how much, she gave me a rate $10 more than what she had told me over the phone only 5 minutes earlier. -- It's one of those supply and demand things. What else are people going to do in the middle of the night? The highway is closed. They have to stay here so the hotels can charge whatever they want!
….Dad and I got a room (what else were we going to do?). The sheets looked semi-clean although the shower curtain rod wasn't too stable. Clearly it had come out before and been re-attached, but the heater worked!
I didn't have any toothpaste with me so I asked the front desk for some, but of course it was $1 and neither dad or I had any cash. However, at this point in my travels I was too tired to care. Toothpaste, who needs toothpaste? Fresh breath is over-rated.
I got two towels from the bathroom and carefully laid them on the bed--one on the sheet and one on the pillow. I curled up like a snail and went to bed. Five hours later we were up and ready to hit the road. Let's go home!….Roads weren't much better Sunday, but at least we had daylight. We made it home safe 'n' sound and now it's Monday night and I still feel in a daze. The past 4 days have been a blur for me. I hope to get a grasp on things, get rid of this sore throat and back in thriving mode versus survival mode.
Hope you all had a much better (and less adventurous) weekend than me. Happy March! Stay tuned for some cool happenings later this week. Over and out! xox Natalie