The plan was that we fly into Boston, catch a bus to some bus stop, wait for owner of the car to come and pick us up and drive us to some unknown location to look at the car and if all goes well we pay him the cash, load up the car and drive home. I had never done anything like this, so needless to say I was concerned that we would fly halfway across the country to have our heads bashed in, robbed and left in a field to die by a serial killer like on TV. I know, I watch too many cop shows.
The owner of the station wagon showed up and was very nice, but a typical car salesman. After some more haggling, we paid for the car, loaded up our luggage and headed out to the highway. After driving the wrong direction for about 30 minutes, going toward Cape Cod instead of west to New York, we turned around and got on track to upstate New York. Our road trips are always an adventure. We don’t make hotel reservations and drive until we get tired. I only have one rule. NO creepy roadside motels.
The drive through upstate New York was beautiful. We were a little early, the first of September, so the trees hadn’t turned yet, but it was still beautiful. I loved the Finger Lakes and all of the vineyards and wineries, I was in heaven. We tasted many wines and bought lots of bottles of wine. You know me, stimulating the economy. Good thing we had just bought a station wagon to haul all of my finds. How timely.
After the Finger Lakes, we drove up to Niagara Falls. We got there late in the day and didn’t have to pay to park, or get in. Which was nice. There were still a ton of people running around taking in nature’s strength and beauty. But no one was willing to ride a barrel over the falls so that I could take photos of the historic event. And I take awesome photos. What a bunch of wet blankets.
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Mitch bought the Buddy Mobile, a 1978 Chevrolet Caprice Station wagon in 1999. He bought it to replace his 1976 Chevrolet Suburban which had 300,000 miles on it and was very tired. We used it to haul Buddy, our yellow lab, around town and for all of our gear for hunting. It was a good reliable wagon that got lots of abuse. Mitch replaced the engine in it in 1995. It was like a Timex watch, it took a lickin and kept on tickin. It went through two engines and about 3 tons of dog hair and drool. The air conditioning went out a few years ago, so in the warm weather with all of the windows down, the dog hair would swirl around like a mini tornado inside the car. No matter how many times we would vacuum and clean the car, there was always dried dog slobber and nose prints on the windows. There was also the aroma of “Eau de Dog” in the upholstery that no amount of little green trees could eliminate.
People would point at the dog heads hanging out of the windows as we drove along. Sometimes I wasn’t so sure that people weren’t also pointing and laughing at us. The car definitely was distinctive. Well it now had over 300,000 miles logged on it, so we decided it was time to retire it and buy something newer for the dogs and hunting.
After I gave the go ahead to look, Mitch went on an online search for the best fit for the money. He searched cross country and even got into online auctions on E-Bay. We ended up as the high bidder on a 1995 Chevrolet Caprice Classic Station wagon. Much newer, only 15 years old instead of 31 years old. We are definitely moving up in the timeline. Oh, did I mention that the car was in Boston, Massachusetts? Since we live in Missouri this meant “Road Trip”. Because I like to multitask, we decided to combine flying to Boston to check out the car and if it met our needs, then we would turn the drive back into a mini vacation. I had Mitch pick up travel books from AAA for all of the states that would be on our journey home.
I’ve been told that journaling your thoughts are very important. Sometimes I’m not so sure. I have feelings and emotions that I would love to express but can’t tell anyone nor can I write them down. If I write it down and someone was to read it, could hurt their feelings. I was raised to be very cognizant of others feelings and to not intentionally hurt someone. I know how I would feel if it were me.
I’m not talking about anarchy or murderous thoughts. You know when the everyday events in your life just get to you. Those little feelings and resentments just start to build and build. I feel that I’m getting slammed from all sides, work, home, life in general. Just feelings of being helpless to change my life and not having the courage to stand up for myself. If I write it down, then I might see how trivial and small the issues really are. Maybe that’s the point of journaling.