Road Trip!

"Road trip," is one of my favorite phrases in the English language. I don't know that I'll ever tire of loading my car with clothes, a camera and gas, and I hope I never do. There's a hypnotic quality to driving; whether it's in the city, constantly rowing back and forth through gears, or locked on at fifth doing 80 with limited-access asphalt as far as the eye can see, I simply love the act of driving. To say I relish my now annual trip to Knoxville to visit my best friend (and the Great Smoky Mountains that are visible from her house) would be an understatement. As soon as spring rolls around and the weather begins to get warmer, I finalize my plans for that 10-or-so hour drive up I-75 and begin dreaming of the open road.

This year, I got to share my trip with my girlfriend who, thankfully, shares my love of traveling. (I pretend not to be jealous of the fact that she's done a whole lot more of it than I have.) Inspired by a travel show we saw a couple months ago, she and I decided we should take video of our trip, edit it ourselves, and create our own little presentation. Look out, YouTube!

Our first mistake was not packing the car the night before. We'd both finished rather grueling weeks at work and were just anxious to get to bed, figuring we'd be fine taking care of it first thing in the morning. So it was at the crack of 9:30 that we started packing, and an hour later, with my Ford Focus rally edition loaded up, we finally set out. Sadly, even before we were able to get out of the shadows of downtown Tampa, we found ourselves entangled in a fine traffic mess. A frustrating couple of phone calls to the 511 traffic information hotline informed us that there was an "incident" on the freeway and that we'd be wading through a jam for the better part of 10 miles.

Roughly an hour and a half later, we encountered what we believed to be the scene of said incident. Little evidence of what had happened remained, but assuming we had found the start of the blockage, then it appeared that a rather large chunk of guardrail met with an unfortunate end at the wheels of an exceedingly undisciplined semi.

Undaunted, Sarah and I pressed on to the Florida-Georgia border shortly after noon. We thrashed out our thoughts on what sorts of shots we needed in order to put together our video, and captured our crossing into Georgia. The transition from northern Florida scenery to southern Georgia scenery is subtle (and, thanks to seemingly unending construction, slow), but gradually pine trees and peach groves began to dominate the landscape.

We marked our entrance into the Deep South with a tasty ice cream treat and made an amusing little video about our inability to find pecans. As we reached the rolling hills between Macon and Atlanta, I began debating trying for a third time to take the I-75/85 corridor straight through downtown Atlanta. The skyscrapers would have made for dramatic footage, but we were already approaching the 9-hour mark and I was rather anxious to reach Knoxville before sunrise.

Ultimately, traffic made the decision for us. Before we'd reached the Perimeter, there was another jam just to the south of Atlanta. I can understand traffic heading out of Atlanta, as there is a significant number of sprawling suburbs among the interstate web that dominates the metropolis. What I could not understand was traffic clogging the arterial highway heading into Atlanta, particularly at rush hour late on a Thursday afternoon. Sarah’s camera battery nearly ran out as she was getting footage of me swearing aimlessly at the situation. As we reached our exit, the miles of cars suddenly evaporated almost as quickly as they had appeared, and we made pretty decent time passing through the western suburbs. However, this was immediately followed by the dreaded rush hour jam on the north side of the city. Another hour's worth of gear-grinding, break-wearing driving and language unfit for print, and we finally, gleefully, escaped from metro Atlanta.

After stopping for dinner in the northern exurbs of Atlanta, Sarah and I decided that we had earned ourselves some whiskey. I figured that we should wait to search for a proper liquor store until we reached Chattanooga. I randomly picked an exit that I hoped would quickly yield a liquor store, and wandered into a small Chattanooga suburb by the name of East Brainerd. Looking at a map of the area now, I think there's even a possibility that our excursion may have taken us momentarily back into Georgia. We found no shortage of churches and even a couple of grocery stores, but alas, the liquor stores in that part of world all shutter their doors at 10 pm, a full 20 minutes prior to our arrival! In a last-ditch effort, we stopped at a Bi-Lo, one of the local grocery stores.

We failed to find anything even resembling Jameson. While walking toward the exit with our tails tucked squarely between our legs, Sarah suddenly pounced on me shouting something along the lines of, "Omygod, omygod, omygod!" As it turns out, she had noticed an old Valentine’s Day display showcasing an arrangement of flowers in a Fat Tire six pack. Fat Tire, as it turns out, is one of her favorite beers and unbeknownst to her, can be found in abundance in Tennessee. I got some entertaining footage of her sprinting to the beer aisle, then skipping out of the store with her bounty of beer. Then we gassed up, texted our apologies to our friends in Knoxville (again), gave them our new ETA (again), and hit the road (again).

The last leg of our journey from Chattanooga to Knoxville was mercifully uneventful, although for some reason, I have a mental block about just how long it takes to get from Chattanooga to Knoxville and it took us another hour and a half. But we arrived intact to greet our gracious hosts shortly after midnight, exhausted (as were they) but no worse for wear and excited about the weekend to come!