The Hills and Curves

If you ever see us driving down the road, and you think we’re out there having a good time, think again.

Someone is likely unloading the contents of their stomach all over the inside of our vehicle. We took a country drive this evening to the furthest reaches of Howell County. Why? Because it’s therapeutic.

There’s nothing more relaxing than cruising a country road, smelling the pine and vine of the National Forest, hearing the tires on the road, and listening to the sounds of birds and insects singing nature’s songs.

At least, that’s what I used to think.

Nowadays, we hear those sounds and smell those smells of nature, but with something else mixed in.

We’ll be talking and laughing with the crickets chirping in the background when, all of a sudden, we hear the distinct sound of upchucking.

Then, the distinct aroma reaches around our throats and gags the living daylights out of us. His brother will move as close to the far side of his booster seat as it allows.

He’ll go a while without it happening, though. That’s what always gets us. We’ll take a little road trip or two, and he’ll be fine. Then we’ll think, “Well, he’s getting used to the curvy, hilly roads now.” And the next trip, he’ll prove us wrong.

One of the major things is we’ll be out in the middle of nowhere when the flood comes. Then we have to drive home, wash the car seat material, hose down the hard surfaces of the baby car seat, and wash the blanket we keep underneath it.

And by the way, car seats take forever to dry out. There are so many nooks and crannies in those things. They must be tipped, shaken, and set out in the sun for the better part of a century.

There’s so much work involved in trying to relax and see the beautiful countryside. It almost takes the fun out of it.

So that settles it. We either have to move to a flatter area of the country or get a horse and buggy.

to anyone who needed a Dramamine just to read this post,
– Caleb