Tonight on my way to Georgia, I called work to see how things were going. And also, I confess, to rub it in a bit: "Hi, this is Patt. How's it going? Well, I am still headed south. The sun is shining. The grass is green. The trees are blooming. It is 20 degrees warmer here. And gas is 30 cents a gallon cheaper. " (all with a smile in my voice)
Altogether, it was a 12 hour trip. Three of those hours were spent just getting to the Ohio River. It doesn't seem like it should take three hours to get from my home in south-central Ohio to the Ohio River but there is no freeway, no quick way to do it. This was the first time I "headed south" using this route. It is not fast, but then neither is going west either to Columbus or Chillicothe and picking up I-71 to go to Cincinnati.
This route took me through Oak Hill, Ohio which is where my father was born. It is a small, old village that I had only been through once or twice many years ago. The road took me right past the Oak Hill Public Library. I think I will stop in there one day and check out some of the history of Oak Hill.
In Ironton, I crossed the Ohio River into Ashland, Kentucky. Soon, I got onto I-64 which took me to Lexington and I-75 South. Snow squalls eventually became sunshine.
Altogether, it was a 12 hour trip. Three of those hours were spent just getting to the Ohio River. It doesn't seem like it should take three hours to get from my home in south-central Ohio to the Ohio River but there is no freeway, no quick way to do it. This was the first time I "headed south" using this route. It is not fast, but then neither is going west either to Columbus or Chillicothe and picking up I-71 to go to Cincinnati.
This route took me through Oak Hill, Ohio which is where my father was born. It is a small, old village that I had only been through once or twice many years ago. The road took me right past the Oak Hill Public Library. I think I will stop in there one day and check out some of the history of Oak Hill.
In Ironton, I crossed the Ohio River into Ashland, Kentucky. Soon, I got onto I-64 which took me to Lexington and I-75 South. Snow squalls eventually became sunshine.
Nexus (looking a bit like I feel!) appears to be waiting on coffee in our motel room.
