Last weekend we had a 48 hour whirlwind trip to California
and back for the funeral of one of my uncles. In hindsight, we should have
spread out the trip a bit longer (all that travel time was very intense), but
I’m glad we were able to go.
We were up super early to drive to the big airport two hours
away (we prefer the small airport 10 minutes away, but because of the short
notice had to go with the big airport). Two flights later, my brother picked us
up from the airport and we drove to Monterey. We had a few minutes to spare, so
we drove past the houses we used to live in then went to the church for the
funeral. It was a very nice service, and we were able to see most of my aunts
and uncles on my mom’s side, as well as a good number of my cousins. It’s been
quite a few years since we had a family reunion, and it’s sad that it took a
funeral to bring us together.
We conked out pretty early (local time, but late our time)
but got to sleep in a little before heading back to the airport. Our layover on
this leg happened to be 3 ½ hours long in the airport closest to Mr M’s and my
parents. So his parents, my parents, my youngest brother (who’s still in high
school) and Mr M’s sister and her kids all drove out and spent a couple hours
visiting with us. Since out of that group we’ve only seen my dad in the last 15
months, it was a really good visit. So good that we were almost late for our
plane.
The Little Miss with Mr M's parents
The Little Miss with my parents
Technically we got to the gate after the time they should
have started boarding, but for whatever reason they hadn’t started yet. Which
was nice, since we really needed to visit the restroom before getting on the
plane. On the trip out we were stuck in
our seats for the first 2 ½ hours because of turbulence and the Little Miss was
NOT happy. Luckily I was able to distract her and she made it till they let us
out of our seats. Several adults didn’t and got lectured by the flight
attendants on the dangers of being out of their seats in turbulence. But when
you gotta go, you gotta go. We didn't want a repeat of that, so we hit the bathrooms one last time before boarding.
We landed after an uneventful flight and drove home on nearly deserted freeways- 2 am
is about the only time that happens. Which was nice till the car in the left
lane a ways ahead of us suddenly flipped two complete donuts before swerving
across the remaining lanes of the five lane freeway and pulling off to the
right shoulder and turning the headlights off. 30 seconds later, the headlights
were back on and they pulled back onto the freeway.
Despite the donuts, the driver seemed to be in control- no
blown tire, no wild veering off into the concrete median thingy. It was really
bizarre. I’m just glad we weren’t closer when it happened, though we did have
to brake a little to make sure we didn’t get too close to the craziness.
We drove the rest of the way home and crashed in our beds-
48 hours after we left.
What’s the craziest thing you’ve
seen on a freeway?
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