It wasn’t literally the end of the road, but it was the end of our tour, and
the longest drive we made at any one stretch. From East Texas, across Louisiana
to the Gulf Coast takes a long time, about 7 hours. No, that’s not
much, considering how many hours we had already spent in the TourCar, but most
trips between gigs had averaged about 3. It was also the one day we drove
through the most rain, which made travel frustrating, racing to get ahead of it
as we dashed from state to state. The weather didn’t really look pretty until
we crested the Pearl River Bridge and entered Mississippi.
We may have also been a bit punchy at that point, since none of us slept much
the night before. Visiting kept us up late, even though we knew we had to be
off early in order to get to the party that had the earliest load in of the
tour. Like most days in the car, Edward got caught up in doing ‘stuff’ on his
phone, and Stella and I got down to the business of ignoring that this was about
to be the last stop on what had become an adventure none of us would have
missed.
Our hostess and party planner had alerted her room-mate to expect us, and we
had just enough time for a round of showers before hopping back in the car and
driving to the venue. It was hot on the Coast, and the large stage was outside.
After about a 5 minute discussion, and encouragement from the staff, the
decision was made to set Edward up inside instead. This worked well, as he was
positioned under the air conditioner and near some large fans that helped cool
everybody. He played 3 hours and once again impressed all those who heard him.
He dedicated songs to our hostess, Stella, and me, and we did our best not to
get teary.
Afterward, we spent several delightful hours with our hostess, her
room-mates, and some of the coolest canines I’ve had the privilege to meet. We
were having so much fun, nobody wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately, Stella’s
plane was leaving from Montgomery the next day, and we had half of Alabama to
get through first, so sleep we did.
the longest drive we made at any one stretch. From East Texas, across Louisiana
to the Gulf Coast takes a long time, about 7 hours. No, that’s not
much, considering how many hours we had already spent in the TourCar, but most
trips between gigs had averaged about 3. It was also the one day we drove
through the most rain, which made travel frustrating, racing to get ahead of it
as we dashed from state to state. The weather didn’t really look pretty until
we crested the Pearl River Bridge and entered Mississippi.
We may have also been a bit punchy at that point, since none of us slept much
the night before. Visiting kept us up late, even though we knew we had to be
off early in order to get to the party that had the earliest load in of the
tour. Like most days in the car, Edward got caught up in doing ‘stuff’ on his
phone, and Stella and I got down to the business of ignoring that this was about
to be the last stop on what had become an adventure none of us would have
missed.
Our hostess and party planner had alerted her room-mate to expect us, and we
had just enough time for a round of showers before hopping back in the car and
driving to the venue. It was hot on the Coast, and the large stage was outside.
After about a 5 minute discussion, and encouragement from the staff, the
decision was made to set Edward up inside instead. This worked well, as he was
positioned under the air conditioner and near some large fans that helped cool
everybody. He played 3 hours and once again impressed all those who heard him.
He dedicated songs to our hostess, Stella, and me, and we did our best not to
get teary.
Afterward, we spent several delightful hours with our hostess, her
room-mates, and some of the coolest canines I’ve had the privilege to meet. We
were having so much fun, nobody wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately, Stella’s
plane was leaving from Montgomery the next day, and we had half of Alabama to
get through first, so sleep we did.
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