You can pump gas in a thunder storm
The first day of my vacation tends to be predictable. Routine. Involving copious amounts of travel, although I now do less than when I was young and restless/foolish. No kids in the car helps give me more “front and center” time. I admit, I now accept the drive from here to there as contingent on a crossing of the great wilderness, otherwise known as NB.
It doesn’t help that my GPS is unaware of their new (and great) road system running from north to south. Any time I check my location, I’m in an area devoid of detail, according to Garmin. And that’s with a reload of my map set (to avoid last year’s fiasco). Less said, the better.
We stopped for gas in Edmunston, in the middle of a memorable storm. The kind of storm where water is rising around you, and the lightning makes me nervous about the whole notiion of pumping gas. When the attendant greeted us with the word that payment services were down, and that credit card slips “up to $75” would be the alternative to cold, wet cash… it added spice to my life.
Everything went well, I guess. No fireworks, and the gas seemed to be free of floodwater. We debated stopping until the storm passed, but that doesn’t get you any closer to goal, so we carried on.
To Fredericton, where a quality steak at the Hilltop is a given. Yes, I am predictable, but I get a good meal in return. We returned to the same motel as last year (and the year before, I think). A suite, so that blogging doesn’t require bogarting the bed.
One note: the courtesy card from a large hotel chain that I received in the mail isn’t for this place. Where else have I stayed?
A special shout out to Chris and Doug at WOZI-FM (102 The Rock in Presqu’ile Maine) who kept us satisfied as listeners from Edmunston to Fredericton. Classic rock, although I’m sure they’re both too young to remember The Faces.
