A week ago, my two teen daughters, our dog Daisy and I returned from a 2,348-mile Spring Break road trip through Texas, New Mexico and Colorado. We did a similar trip last year, though without our canine companion.
Although a little possessive of the space in the back seat, Daisy was a good travel buddy. Until she wasn’t. That happened somewhere around Trinidad, Colorado, when she developed explosive diarrhea. (I was going to write “a bad case of…” but is there ever a “good case” of explosive diarrhea?)
Thankfully, we all survived to tell about it.
THE LONG & WINDING ROADTRIP
ON SATURDAY, we started out
upon our Spring Break trip:
two kids, one mom, one dog
and one car wisely well-equipped.
I’d packed it with provisions
for both progeny and pup,
anticipating any need
that ever could come up.
I’d piled it full of pillows,
plus dog toys, drinks and snacks,
a stack of books and all three
High School Musical soundtracks.
How well-prepared were we,
with our fully furnished load!
I knew we’d see the miles speed by
once we hit the road.
And sure enough, as 20 clicks
inched off my Google map,
the kids got busy reading
and the dog began to nap.
BUT THEN, just 30 minutes in,
–our mileage still quite low–
I heard a peep from the back seat:
“Uh, Mom? I gotta go.”
No big deal, even though
we’d barely left our town;
just one quick stop and then we
buckled up and settled down.
At mile 68,
our dog announced her need to pee;
at mile 92,
it was a coffee break for me.
A hundred forty miles in
(Woot! We’re on a roll!)
I sheepishly turned off again –
my coffee took its toll.
Convinced by kids to stop for lunch
three hours into our drive,
I also exited for gas
at mile 205.
At mile 289,
of course our dog got sick.
At mile 332,
well, I had to snap that pic.
And so in spite of my intent
to speed on through our travel,
I saw my plans – just like the miles –
I realize, of course,
that it’s not just the destination
that makes the trek worthwile
when you set off on your vacation.
A ROAD TRIP, though, most likely won’t be
next year’s undertaking;
I’ve learned my lesson all too well
from all of our spring braking.
©2014 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz