Friday, July 29, 2005
Next time don’t listen to me. That’s the moral here.
We woke up a bit later than we wanted to, what with the kink-fest going on next door all night. We rushed getting dressed, and checked out. The initial plan was to get some breakfast (NOT at Denny’s or an IHOP), and cruise around a bit before getting on the road. We had found three different places we would have ate at, but not one of them had a parking lot. We tried to park each time, and actually spent 30 minutes driving around at the last place looking for a spot. No luck. So we headed for the freeway frustrated and hungry.
Of course there was traffic immediately. When that cleared up we hit more traffic. The 5 was okay for about 40 minutes but soon slowed to a c r a w l ... We made our way gradually more south when I had my bright idea.
“We should cut over to the 15…” It was early enough. It should have been fine, anything would have been better than the pace we were going. So we cut across. It quickly became clear that the 15 was just as bad. Ten minutes later it became clear that the 15 was much, much slower. Oops. about two hours and maybe eight miles later we saw the cause of our plight. An overturned trailer. Yikes.
Almost 5 hours later we were home.
daniel, sorry we missed you and richard. it would have been fun to meet face to face, no? well, next time, definitely!
Posted by musikchyck on 07/31 at 11:59 PM
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