Our So-Called Vacation
only came for the flood," Honey said when someone asked if we were on
vacation. It did seem that way since it had rained for 10 days straight, every
day since our vacation began. It seems there was a low pressure center stuck on
Bad luck plagued us and it seemed from the very beginning that
we were not meant to have a vacation. First, one of the cats was sick. I thought
maybe I could get a pet sitter, but that didn't work out when the vet said she
needed to stay at the animal hospital. So, what to do with my other cat? Guess I
would board her. That took care of the cats -- for a price. Dollars were flying
out the window.
Honey made a reservation for the dog to stay with a sitter. He
had visited for their "meet and greet" and paid the fee to Rover.com,
then had trouble contacting her. Finally, he contacted the agency to resolve the
problem. However, after we were already in North Carolina, Rover.com called to
say the sitter was sick and in the hospital and they were finding another one
Honey and I both had car trouble the week prior to leaving on
vacation. My car quit dead when I was on the way to a doctor appointment, and I
had to get it towed. Honey's car acted up on the Interstate. He barely made it
to the service department. Then they could not find the problem. Some of the
places in the mountains are very desolate and cell phones even don't work. We
were afraid of being stranded if the car quit again and decided to rent a car
for the trip.
Then the rain started.
I had been worried about my flowers dying for lack of water
while we were gone. I should have worried about them drowning. Anyhow, in spite
of pet problems, car problems, rain, fog, and a witch's curse, we managed to
make it to our destination in the mountains of North Carolina.
We were traveling with my sister and her husband. She wanted to
revisit places we had seen when we were kids. We managed to squeeze in visits to
Grandfather Mountain and Blowing Rock between rain storms. Going up the steep
hairpin curves of Grandfather, I had to wonder why I thought it was a good idea,
but the brakes held out and I lived to tell the story. I wanted to see a
historic general store that was nearby, but we looked and looked in the pouring
rain and couldn't find it. What we found instead was a back road with curves
that made the curves on Grandfather Mountain look easy.
We planned to go to the National Storytelling Festival, which
was in the area but not close enough to drive every day from our condo. The only
place nearby with vacancies was a Motel 6. Need I say more? After washing my
hair and taking a shower in cold water, I decided I would rather be dirty than
do it again. The Festival is held outside, in tents and it continued to rain,
and rain again, and rain some more. We sloshed our way to the closest tent, and
endured our bad seats in the cold and damp weather.
After two days of Festival, we decided to abandon ship and go to
Myrtle Beach, another place we remembered from childhood. On the TV
weather, however, we heard that a hurricane was threatening the area. We knew it
was a hurricane season, but what are the chances that one would come the very
week we are there? The chances were 100%, but at the time, we thought, How much
worse can it be?
This vacation was becoming more of a comedy disaster than a
getaway. I had to wonder," Are we having fun yet?"