Saturday, April 17, 2010

Extreme vacation adventures

I saw a call out for extreme vacation stories. I suppose what the editor had in mind is white water rafting, deep sea diving and adventure stories. I've had some extreme vacation experiences, but not on that level.

The time we stood outside a tiny beach motel office waiting for the couple ahead of us to register was extremely memorable. We watched the two gentlemen carry their luggage in, then we waited impatiently on the small porch in the glaring sun. We waited for fifteen minutes, then, Bill cupped his eyes and peered through the sliding glass door. One of the gentlemen opened the door and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, we'd like to rent a room."
"Well, the office is around the other side." He looked as embarrassed as we felt.

That's only one of our extreme vacation experiences. One year we drove to Colorado on a whim, without motel reservations. A big storm came rip roaring into town ahead of us. All of the campers headed from the hills to the big city motels, and there were no vacancies anywhere. We drove on until about 2:00 a.m. Bill finally pulled into the parking lot of a closed auto body repair station. It was not well-lit and because I had a wad of money in my purse, I feared being robbed. I stuffed that roll of twenties into the waistband of my shorts. Bill reclined his seat and passed out from exhaustion. I wiggled until daybreak wishing for a bathroom and a bed. As the sunrise illuminated our surroundings, I was glad to see a weight station across the highway and a nearby 7-11. I scooted out of the car into the damp, crisp morning air, stood and stretched my arms and shook my stiff legs. That's when it happened. Those twenties fluttered down my leg one at a time and skittered in the breeze. They stuck to the wet pavement like adhesive-backed stamps on envelopes. About the time I peeled one off, another dropped. I can only imagine what the shift change workers in the weight station thought as they peered across the street and saw me chasing twenty dollar bills falling out of my shorts every time I took a step. If you ask me, that was pretty extreme.

Have you had an extreme adventure,or fiasco you're willing to tell me about?

11 comments:

Susan said...

Oh, Linda, that story about the $20 bills was a hoot. Very, very humorous. You should submit that one to a travel publication! Ha! Thanks for the chuckle. Sincerely, Susan

Bookie said...

I have posted but it seems to be lost. Will try again. Such wild stories you tell! But we have a lot of stories about not having a room too since we rarely book a room ahead--we never know how far we will get each night! Once traveling around Buffalo, NY after seeing Niagra Falls (children unimpressed) we hunted a room. DH always wanted the cheapest room after driving the most miles where everyone was exhasted. This night rooms were short as it was so late, and we stayed in a place called Sizzlers. It was a truck stop and NOT nice. Kids perfered the bed because the sheets were so questionable and beds lumpy! Place was a dump! Forever after the kids referred to Dad's choices on anything they didn't like as a "sizzler"!

Bookie said...

Whoops, the kids perferred the FLOOR to the bed. Sorry. But it posted! :)

Linda O'Connell said...

Susan, It's funny NOW.

Linda O'Connell said...

Claudia,
DH sounds like my dear hubby. I thought you were going to say they had vibrating beds. That would have been the clincher. And by the way, I could write a travel book about our mishaps, there are many more.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Your story sounds like something from a sitcom! I can see Lucy doing that with Ethel not far behind. LOL

Tammy said...

Love your money-in-the-shorts story! I agree that it should be published if it hasn’t already been!!! Here’s mine, but it’s only extreme to me…extremely exasperating. We were just pulling into the driveway from our trip to Florida. The 4- and 7-year-old children had just seen Disney World, assorted water parks, the ocean, etc. etc. I asked them what had been their favorite part of our trip. The chorus from the back: “Eating doughnuts in the car!”

irishoma said...

Hi Linda,
What a funny story. You are a natural story teller.
Donna

Linda O'Connell said...

Lisa, sometimes my life feels like an I Love Lucy episode.

Linda O'Connell said...

Tammy, We took the grandkids 4 & 7 on that same trip, and all they did was complain, they only liked the beach. We could have dumped sand in the backyard and taken them to 6 Flags!

Linda O'Connell said...

Donna, Thanks. I can;t make this stuff up; it really happens to me.