Dire Predictions

Dean and I have driven down from Tahoe to SoCal to visit family around a meeting he has. We stayed overnight at our favorite B&B in Bishop. At a rest stop before Bishop and again at breakfast this morning at the B&B, people from Southern California told us about road construction on 395.

It was horrible. There was only one lane and you had to wait for the other lane to go by before you could go and on and on. The only way around it would be to go west toward Los Angeles and neither of them thought that was a good decision for us ~ but still . . .

After we had lunch today, I called Rob and told him about the construction. We could only say that we would arrive whenever. And then we came to the construction. We settled in for the long horrible wait ~ and watched the cars in the other lane go by ~ and then it was our turn.

What? That's it?

Dean and I had to laugh. We had sat longer than that going to a meeting in Truckee a couple of weeks ago. None of the these people live in Tahoe. We deal with one lane road construction all summer. Remember our four seasons are Almost winter, Winter, Just past winter, and Road Construction.

We arrived at the time our GPS said we would. If only all dire predictions would turn out so well.