We woke up this morning to DENSE FOG. I put that in bold type so you wouldn’t have trouble seeing it. We could barely find our car outside the Super 8. There were two older couples from Canada in the breakfast room with a big map of the US laid across the table. Their big “Southern” tour was highlighted. This is The South for them! They’re staying put because of the fog. As they talked, they were taking all their medications and spoke of their numerous pace makers. They laughed at how they felt old because their kids were retiring. It was nice to have even a little casual conversation with these friendly people. We had to head out, though, because travel today would be treacherous and slow.
What is the visibility when you can only see three dotted lines in front of you? After that, it’s a wall of milky white. It’s spooky out here. We’re inching along with the hazard lights on and luckily; our drive is only 70 miles. We hope we make our 2:00 matinee with enough time to set up. Frank is coping by listening to his old XM radio suspense stories.
After being exposed to six murders, dramatic organ music, and countless quivering helpless ladies, we made it to Wadena.
The concert today will be etched in my mind as one of my fondest memories. Everything about it was amazing. I’ll fill you in on some hilarious details during our drive tomorrow. Stay tuned…ZZZZzzzzzzzzz
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