These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.
(Thank you, Jimmy Buffet)
In the nearly 5 years since the Handyman and I found each other, we have traveled the interstates and side roads from our home in Northwestern SC north to Long Beach Island, New Jersey and south as far as Sarasota, Florida. The eastern coast we have cruised from Long Beach Island to Daytona Beach, FL with a loverly, but blistering week-long side trek on the Outer Banks of NC in 100+ degree August weather...think October next time. We have yet to make it further west than Hot-Lanta, GA…but, we’re workin’ onnit.
Our respective children tease us that we are the only folks they know who can make a 4 ½ hour trip to Raleigh, NC last ALL day. We have proven them right multiple times.
Both of our monikers come from the anonymity of an on-line community we inhabit for involuntarily unspoused souls as ourselves…mine from a Scottish friend fond of Clint Eastwood movies and his simply because he is.
It was serendipity that brought is together and the synchronicity of our urge to roam that keeps us laughing along some of the forgotten byways of this continent called North America.
Interstate travel serves the purpose of getting oneself from point A to point B in typically the least amount of time. One is lucky when the scenery helps pass the time. It is, however, the off-roads, the not quite divided highways and pothole riddled side roads that provide us the most accidental adventures of quaint mom’n’pop motels, not quite prime-time eateries and often jaw-dropping scenery. (and while not exactly a kayaking format, because it is dear to our middle aged hearts, special spots will be mentioned along with the usual travelogue bits.)
This blog came to life mainly as the brain child of Himself’s oldest daughter after listening to the tales from yet another of our journeys across Florida. The girl seems to think we have interesting things to say about the people, places and potholes we have visited. I hope we prove her right on that one as well.
And, that, in not quite a nutshell is what this blog is all about…unlike the Hokey Pokey, which is quitely likely what it is truly all about.
Comments are welcome, but commercialism is not. (Unless promoted by us, of course.)
