It's funny how I have begun to measure my Woods Barbie
trips. Not by the hours I spend in the car, or the miles I drive. But in the
amount of drive thru meals I consume. How many Hampton versus Holiday Inns I
lay my head in.
Which is just sad.
But, frankly, it's the reality of "traveling for work," at
least when it comes to my job. I'm sure the glamorous people of the world that
work glamorous jobs travel a little different than I do. Good for them. I wear work boots, a hard hat and never forget to pack my sense of adventure. Or GPS.
Florida is one of those states I really haven't (at least
prior to last week) had a chance to explore. While I'm sure south Florida is
lovely, and God knows the Keys are where it's freaking at, north and central
Florida, well you kinda reminded me of Talladega, Ala.
I did get to spend one afternoon at the hotel's pool, soaking in some Florida sun. So,
win? This pool mind you, was at a Hampton Inn in Lake City, Fla., and I could
literally see I-75 from my lounger. We shared a parking lot with a RV dealership.
It wasn't quite as trailer park as your wild imagination might make it
seem. But close. VERY close.
Big highlights of this trip: I got lost, big time.
(Surprise, surprise.) I didn't get a single marriage proposal. (Depressing.) I
spent six hours with the same logger. He had so much to say, and I was grateful
that the interview was so in depth.
But around hour four of being in the woods, I literally had to think about
which was worse: peeing in the woods without toilet paper or wetting my pants.
I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to what I
selected.
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