Running from Dennis

We had to drive from Houston to Daytona Beach, FL yesterday. However, due to all of the evacuations, I-10 was only allowing drivers to go westbound. Therefore, we had to go north to I-20 and go across in that direction. This added about 7 hours to our drive. Ugh!

Nothing seemed unusual yesterday. We only had a little rain in some areas. The traffic was not heavy or light. At one of the truck stops in Mississippi, Brock got on the CB and teased that he had been asleep for 10 hours. One driver replied that he probably needed the sleep. Brock came back with, "That's okay. I don't need to be in Pensacola until tomorrow." Then, lots of drivers began to comment. They all told him not to go to Pensacola. When Brock pretended to be ignorant and asked why, a driver said that Brock had not been asleep but in a coma! One driver said that he drove through Pensacola during Hurricane Ivan last year. He said in 47 years of driving he had never seen anything like that. He said that just after he passed over the bridge, it washed out. The driver behind him was not as lucky.

Right now, we are staying at a truck stop in Tallahassee. In the wee hours of the morning when we arrived, Brock said that it was earrie. There were no cars on the road and hardly any trucks at the truck stop. They also informed him that this was the last place to have anymore gas. Everywhere else on I-10 had run out! When I woke up this morning, it was raining and very windy. The truck is shaking profusely as I type right now. I better get driving out of here to try and outrun Dennis the Menace!