Without delay, we made it out of New Jersey and into Delaware. Everything was running smoothly as we took our first pit stop. Lynette at this point in the journey reached a milestone by setting foot on the only state she hadn’t been to East of the Mississippi. I too was able to check one of the four states I had left to go to off my list.
What seemed like seconds later, we were back on the road and crossing into Maryland. This state was the last of the states East of the Mississippi that I had not been to. So the good friend that Ginger was pulled over at the next rest stop to let me put both feet on the ground. In what was actually seconds later, we were back on the road with all minds fixed on getting to North Carolina.
Washington D.C. came and went as did the Maryland/Virginia border. Just shy of halfway into Virginia, the smooth flow of the drive that we had thus far experienced came to an abrupt halt, literally. After passing a sign that said “Accident 14 miles ahead”, everything stopped. Slowly we crawled along. After about an hour, we hardly moved. I started looking for an alternate route. It was a gamble, but we decided to take a road that ran parallel with the highway. Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who had that idea.
Another hour passed, and we began to wonder if this was the right decision. Our progress on our new route seemed even slower. The slow time passing was starting to take its toll mentally and physically. Three out of the four of us had bladders that were starting to send some strong messages. Lynette and I were approaching the red zone, but still had some time. Ginger’s Mom on the other hand had entered the red zone and was quickly moving toward the desperate/panic zone. As we passed over every hill or went around every bend, the mental gymnastics continued as we surveyed the area to see any place we could stop at. Finally, hope was restored as Lynette spotted a café up the road.
Ginger’s mom was the first to experience the ultimate relief in this one bathroom café. Lynette and I followed suite as Ginger inquired about the accident and what the best plan of action would be. At this point we realized that we might not make it to Raleigh by 5:30pm. As this realization began to set in, we ate quickly and continued our journey. Finally finding the south side of the accident, we once again merged into the flow of moving traffic.
Time was still an issue. Situations like this you can never predict. The only thing we could do was find a solution. After doing some calculations, there was no way we could make it to Raleigh in time.
Determined to find away to get the key, we devised a plan. After a few phone calls, some waiting, and then a few more phone calls, Ginger finally heard some good news. Even though we weren’t going to arrive until 6:30, one of the ladies that worked at her apartment complex pulled a few strings and arranged a place were Ginger could find her lease papers and get her key. Instantly, a heavy weight was lift and our determination to get there grew even stronger.
After 12 hours on the road, we finally arrived at our final destination with a renewed energy to have that 17ft truck unloaded in record time. What I hadn’t realized until we arrived was that Ginger’s new apartment was on the third floor and there was no elevator to speak of. It took a while for me to rebound after that news, but Lynette and I shifted into fifth gear and started to carry things up the second floor. From that point we handed what we had to Ginger and her mom to carry the rest of the way.
A rhythm was established quickly. After may trips up and down the stairs and a few breaks to peal of layers and taste a refreshing drink of water, an hour and forty minutes had passed and the truck was empty. Ginger’s boyfriend Brent and a fellow Indiana Wesleyan friend Alicia had joined us at the tail end of unloading the truck. Even after all of that work our energy and determination were still high. So we started unpacking and organizing Ginger’s new home into
The next morning, we were able to reward ourselves by sleeping in. I was so sore that laying there was on the verge of being uncomfortable. The weather was not as warm as we hoped, so the rest of the day was spent doing a little shopping for odds and ends and just relaxing trying our best to recover from the previous days events.
Sunday was very much the same. More college acquaintances were reunited as the weekend winded down. The drama flavor had finally reached its peak. That flavor can be hard to handle sometimes, but with every exciting adventure and every good story there is always lurking a little drama in the mix. Life just wouldn't be the same without it.



































