Travel times

OK, so 12 hours in the car is never a "quick trip," but once again it seemed like forever on the way home yesterday. It seemed like much longer than the time it took to drive to North Carolina on the way down last week. We took exactly the same router (but in reverse) on the way back. Yes, there was a little more construction, but not enough to impact this perception I don't think.

One day while we were down there, we went to a place my mother-in-law works to say hi, get a quick tour, and just to have something to do. The house was just over 2 miles from the main road, though it took (or seemed to take) quite a long time to get there, relatively speaking. It was on a mountain, so there were all these switchbacks, narrow roads, steep grades, even a creek to cross on the way there. When we got there, it was really cool. The owners of the house own Mary Mac's Tea Room in Atlanta. Very nice people and a very nice (and large!) house.

Anyway, back to the issue... When we left, it seemed like it took just a few seconds to get back to the main road. Go figure!

Some might way that it takes longer when you don't know exactly where you're going. OK, on that theory, the house visit makes sense. Took longer to get there because we weren't sure where we were going and seemed to be much quick retracing our steps back to the main road. But that doesn't work for the ride home. We knew exactly where we were going and it still seemed to take a lot longer.

Some might say it's the anticipation of being home. You want it so bad, it can't come fast enough -- kind of like a watched pot never boiling. A little credence in there I guess...

Maybe it was because we were all really tired on the way home and that disturbed our sense of time. Pretty sad to be so darn tired from a vacation, but.

I'm not sure what it was, but I'm really glad to be home... finally...