I've found lately that too much planning leads to too many expectations that are too easily crushed by, well, life. This from the woman used to planning daily itineraries, down to food packing lists for meals and what each of us will wear each day.
Not this time. Throwing caution and hyper-planning to the wind, we loosely plotted our route from Chicago to Savannah, packed light and hit the road.
That was just the right choice.
We knew we wanted to get a big bunch of driving out of the way Friday, so we drove until we felt ourselves tiring out.
When I was a kid, I'd drive cross country with my dad and grandparents. They'd choose motels by the brand, signs that announced vacancies and, of course, price. Oh, and when it was hot and the drive a long one, the motels had to have a pool.
We pretty much did the same thing this week, only we started looking about an hour or so from our destination thanks to the miracle of the iPhone. And just like when I was a kid, pools were required.
We stayed three nights on our way to our final destination: Tybee Island.
|Lincoln birthplace memorial.|
|Hatch Show Print shop. Playing with Hatch cat.|
|Pardon me...Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?|
Those three days could have been our vacation and I think I would have been more than satisfied...though not rested. So I'm glad we have the rest of the week to hang loose just outside of Savannah on Tybee Island (Night Nos. 4-7).
|Already soaked, so why not?|
I'm not sure I could have planned a better four first days. And I'm glad I spent my time enjoying the road trip instead of worrying about the details.