Mary J. McCoy-Dressel

Here we are meeting again for Marketing for Romance Writers 52-Week Blog Challenge.  I admit my blog is getting boring by not adding fresh content other than Wednesday and Friday lately. I guess that’s why I posted Wordless Wednesday on Thursday.  So sorry. Maybe better days will come for my blog too.

Moving along. Time isn’t moving along so quickly when you’re in lock down mode though.  I’m thankful we are. In my state, cases of COVID-19 are increasing as we speak. My governor has done so much to help prevent the spread. People aren’t listening even when we are ordered to HELP EVERYONE BY DOING THIS.  Rant over.

Week 13:

Your destination is within 1500 miles and time is okay.

Fly or drive?

Many people want to get to their destination as quickly as they can and then have fun when they arrive. I’m not that person. These days, I’d rather not fly. I can’t say I never will because of where my grown children live.

The first time I flew at nineteen years old, it was Friday the 13^th. I hadn’t realized it until sitting on the plane at six a.m., sipping a cup of coffee while the plane waited at the gate. No wonder my dad demanded on the way to the airport I take out life insurance. They had delayed the flight back home because of a tornado. The trip home had been awful and scary with terrible turbulence, and I wished I had done what my dad asked.

The last time I flew, the plane landed in a blizzard in Chicago with my eyes squeezed closed and fingernails digging into my palms. I had to do it all over again in Detroit.

I’ve had good flights and landings, too, like flying to California for my oldest son’s wedding and a fun trip to Las Vegas to play in the desert.

If it’s my choice, I’d invite someone to drive me to a destination within 1500 miles because I don’t like to drive on highways.

In my life, I’ve had magnificent road trips. I look forward to more. One day.

One day.

One day when life is normal again.

The things I’ve discovered—like hidden lighthouses. The time we accidentally came across the Two-Hearted River, the inspiration for Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River.” What a moment. See, I am easy to please. Another road trip took us somewhere around the Ohio and Kentucky boarder and stumbling across an out-of-the-way cave on private property. This was my first cave tour and a good experience.

I could go on.

So, yes, to answer this question, when I have a choice, I’ll take a car trip over flying. I can stop to stretch my legs when I want. Take pictures of things other than clouds. Yes, I’m that person. Buy food. I could have written this whole post with just those few sentences. Oh, well, I am a writer.

If you have a choice, which do you prefer?

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Image Credits Pixabay: Utah highway – derwiki. Road Map: ErikaWittlieb