End of School Road Trip - 2015!!!

(I have not been posting much since last summer.  In fact, I have not been writing much on my book either.   I guess other things have taken my time these last eight months.  But, I plan to catch up on my writing in the summer months!)

You would think that because one is "not working,"  one does not have daily grinds of people who spend all day at their jobs (even if some of them are working).  Let me just simply say what has always been known to parents, raising and caring for a 13-year old adolescent is full-time work!  So when my son finished his school year this past week, the first thing that came to mind was to get away and catch up on the visiting we could not do during the school year.  Since I can't afford the fancy beach resorts, a European getaway, or a trip to the West Coast or Las Vegas, the next best thing is to visit my sister in Philadelphia and my oldest son and friends in Washington DC - a treat I wait for every year.  Actually, I have not seen my oldest son Adan and my daughter in-law Vivian in eight months and we still have some construction to finish at their house, so, "It's a road trip to the East Coast!"

I don't know if I'm just beginning to notice it or does getting ready for a road trip always taken this long and has it always been such an effort?   Let me see.... I packed my bag and helped Adrian packed his, I cleaned out the car, loaded the tools for Adan's construction work, got all the toiletries and medications packed (it seems that I take several pounds of pills every morning), I packed my favorite pillow (I have to have my own pillow to sleep comfortably), I loaded a couple of blow-up mattresses (just in case), I had my oil changed and filled the tank with fuel earlier, and oh…. and made twelve flour-tortilla tacos of a beans, eggs and chorizo for the trip.  This has been a traditional family travel meal for as long as I can remember.  My grandparents, both on the Rivera and Garza side, used to tell me that that is what they made when they traveled. 

I had planned to take off at 4:00 a.m. but we actually did not take off until 5:30 - last minute stuff.  It was  a bleak and stormy day for traveling, gray skies all around us and the spray from tractor-trailers, traveling at over 70 miles per hour, was blinding. Construction work on Woodward had us detour through downtown Detroit.  Detroit is a desolate city this early on Sunday morning, except for a few cars, also on the bypass from the closed I-75, there was not a soul in the city.  The wind from the southwest channeled the pollution from the Marathon refinery just south of Detroit up I-75 and we had to smell those cancer-causing uncooked hydrocarbons for a long time.  As we passed the refinery complex; an endless sprawl of tanks, pipes and smoke stacks piercing through the fog and rain, we could see the bellowing of steam and smoke and the fires from the burning off-gasses pouring their foul smell toward the residents of south Detroit and their counterparts across the river in Canada in Windsor, Ontario.

We made it through Ohio with little rain always chasing and catching the big storms that had passed through going east the night before.  The best thing is that we were averaging 32 MPH, this was starting out to be a very economical trip!  I decided to travel on the cheap and took the toll-free I-80 instead of the Pennsylvania turnpike - wrong decision!  Construction delays on I-80 set us back at least an hour - bummer!  We were still chasing the big storms and manage to catch up and pass them all through Pennsylvania.  At least everything was green.  I love trees and I love green.  Traveling east reminds me why I like Michigan:  In addition to beautiful seasons and weather - especially summers, and the vast amount of water everywhere, Michigan is overwhelmingly green with trees. There is also lots of green in Ohio and Pennsylvania but it is green in patches among fields of corn, wheat and other crops.  Interstate 80 through Pennsylvania has a long stretch of almost 200 miles of valleys and hills covered with forest.  Unlike Northern California, Oregon, and Washington State, there the forest is harvested and there are huge patches of mountain and valley stripped of trees, Pennsylvania seems to be pristine.  The forest has been left alone lush, bushy and fluffy like a thick quilted blanket of green, growing gently doing its job; producing oxygen so the people in the east coast can breathe better.  But even with all this green, I still think Michigan in greener.  I believe one can see more green in Michigan than a legion of leprechauns can see in a lifetime.

Even with the construction, we made good time and arrived at my sister's house in about eleven hours.  I wanted to spend a day in New York City the following day but my nephew Peter and Adrian just want to "hang out"  at home for the rest of the day.  I think I'll drag them to downtown Philadelphia and do some tourists sites this afternoon - maybe even have a cheese steak sandwich downtown before we head south to Washington.