The saga continues.. as the stomach turns... etc...
Friday... our last full day here - well, our last day here period... we would be leaving sunny Florida this evening. What would our day consist of? Well, a well deserved sleep in... and then waking up to the warmest day yet - with brilliant sunshine and warm breezes.
And oops, I think i forgot to mention that the previous night, we had made a trip to a store called The Dollar Tree. When we visited the Ruggis and VanAndels, they all had been very excited about this store, which sold all the regular dollar store stuff, but also groceries and seemingly everything else you could possibly want. Somehow, idea of purchasing my frozen french fries or fish sticks in a store that reeks of cheap plastic was unappealing to me but there were a couple of good things to be found - Sharpie markers for cheap, cute stickers for my nephews and cheap toothpaste... but all together, nothing too spectacular.
We dropped the girls off at Universal Studios again, a little later in the morning, and were decided on going to play nine holes of golf. We looked up a few courses in the area, and eventually settled on the Oak Trail course at Disney - this would be our one nod to the popular culture in the area. We were late for our tee time by the time we got through traffic from Universal and got turned around about 3 times on the Disney property itself (it is huge... if you've never been there, it takes up so much room, goes on for blocks and blocks, has it's own car service station and gas bar, medical centre and road system, talk about a Mighty Mouse!) but they graciously allowed us to play anyways! I had only brought along my putter and my five iron, as we had so much stuff in our trunk that we could not fit two sets of golf clubs in - Carina took hers and we were planning on sharing - which apparently isn't officially encouraged since it decreases the speed of play but was allowed here provided i have my own cart to put my two clubs in. Fine, no problem, we'll go for that - anything to save a few bucks eh? My cart was definitely not the Rolls Royce of carts, they wanted you to know that you were not the elite here, that you were one of the lowly peons who had no cart of your own, "so here, graciously borrow our very very squeaky rickety one, you will feel right at home annoying all the other golfers who are trying to concentrate on their tee shots and are being distracted by the high pitched "eek, eek, eek" as you trundle along!"
The golf course...
my rickety old golf cart with two clubs!
Aaachhh, it wasn't as bad as all that, but i was a little noisy to be sure. But it did the trick. We signed up for nine holes and joined a large line up of people waiting at hole number one. There was no starter so we just basically assimilated ourselves into the group of people like we belonged there and weren't late at all for our tee time. I HATE teeing off when lots of people are watching and sure enough, i duffed the first shot badly, just about 30 yards up the fairway from the tee box... but things fortunately improved from there. We both have not played much at all in the last few years, but somehow, we managed to have quite a few good shots between us. Nice drives, putts and chips to put us in a good mood and to make our golf game quite a nice experience. We had to wait for some turkeys to clear the fairway once, were surprised by an alligator lurking in the pond on the 6th hole and saw lots of bird life along the way. Not too often you're vigilent about large reptiles in southern Ontario eh? It was a spectacularly gorgeous day and my sleeves were eventually rolled up nice and high and i tried to maximize the amount of sun rays that were hitting my poor pale northern skin. Gotta soak it up when you can! Carina and i were so thankful that we had the chance to get out and enjoy a game and not even play too awfully badly. It was good to spend a morning with her, laughing and joking with each other, and enjoying a nice walk in the park.Carina directing traffic on the greens - turkeys crossing...
One of the culprits...
Slightly faked but trying to look sporty teeing off
Carina and the alligator on the 6th hole
Cool tree on the course
Being touristy
Action shot...
When we were thoroughly tired, sweaty and had sunk the last ball on the last green, it was time to head home... shower....and try to rest up a bit for the night drive. I decided to brave the swimming pool for a few minutes just to work out the kinks and stretch some muscles. I will admit to chickening out of going into the regular pool but made the trek to the heated pool at the main lodge - and that was definitely doable - though having to display my poor pale plump body in a bathing suit wasn't my idea of fun, to be sure! The hot tub felt good though and it was nice to soak in there for a bit, doing some stretches and trying to wake up my sore not much used golfing muscles!Eventually that too was done and it was nap time... Carina wasn't able to sleep and eventually went to pick the girls up at Universal by herself. Poor girl, i was so deeply in dreamland that i was pretty groggy when i woke up! Then a quick shower, dinner and last minute packing. How we accumulated so much stuff in so short a time was a mystery, but we did somehow manage to stuff it all in the trunk (don't open it, customs guy, whatever you do!) and after a good room clean up, we checked out and were on our way. It's one thing to drive for 23 hours and have a vacation destination on the opposite end, but it's an entirely different thing to be heading home. I was certainly not looking forward to the drive but it went relatively well. The weather cooperated oh so much better than on the way to Florida and the roads for the most part were dry and clear. Night time is always a bit of a sketchy time to drive - we left at around 7:30 pm... and took turns driving throughout the night and next day. Whenever one was too tired, the other would take over for a while... it's nice to have that - but it would have been perhaps a little safer with three drivers in 20/20 hindsight, one to drive, one to be awake with the driver and one to sleep, but that didn't work. I for one, even though i can usually sleep anywhere and at anytime, had difficulty sleeping especially during the day because there were interesting things to see - Kentucky and Tennessee were especially fascinating - such a different world to be sure!
I don't have much to say about much of the rest of the drive, there were beautiful mountain vistas, rolling meadows and pasturelands, wooded hills, rivers and much more along the way. Carina and I invented some car games - our favorite one was "Waffle House". We even slept in a Waffle House parking lot for an hour! Especially in the southern states, but really all the way back home, there would be in every town we passed a restaurant called the Waffle House, all spelled out in big block letters on a yellow background and the first one to see that sign in a given town won points. Carina became very proficient at this game and nearly beat me ( i kinda cheated at the end on a bet to see how long it would take us from the Detroit/Windsor border to home - my guess was closer than Carina's and all the waffle house points were bet on it!)
City wise i don't remember much - lots of very tall, narrow homes in Cincinnatttttii (no clue how many consonants and vowels of each variety are required!), nice clean, modern looking Atlanta and very very industrial, very dark and polluted looking like something out of the pages of the Lord of the Rings (Mordor) Detroit. And a thousand other imaginations, thoughts and observances that i can't remember and are hopefully stored in a dusty unused corner of my brain somewhere.
We crossed the border at Detroit - what a messy, depressed, dirty, potholey city is that, filled with smokestacks belching out yellow and grey smoke. Aaargh, just awful! The wait at the border wasn't horrifically long, just a bit annnoying when the border guards decided to change shifts whilst we were waiting and of course we picked the slow line - never fails.
And then we were back on Canadian soil and searching for a Tim Hortons to fulfill our coffee cravings and to fuel us up for the 3.5 hour plus drive we still had before us... what a demoralising thing to realize that you're home but not really. Those last few hours were torturous and i nearly cried a few times - but thankfully we persevered and reached home at 7:30 that night. It felt so good to get out, stretch and unpack, saying our goodbyes and thankful that we were given driving safety and lots of great memories!