With hurricanes, tropical storms, high water rising and all other sorts of natcheral disasters going on these days, I thought that I would put a tarpaulin of fun and silliness that occurred on our Great Northeast trip that ended just this past Tuesday.
We started out from Bluffton, SC and headed to the Heritage Blues Festival in Wheeling, WVA fairly early Wednesday with the hope of making it a relatively easy two day trip.
The first leg of the trip was just that, easy-peasy so we reached our Wednesday destination and awoke to finish it off and arrive in Wheeling by mid-afternoon.
Upon stopping at a local Gas & Go I decided to grab a bottle of Coca-Cola, why not treat myself to cane sugar and caffeine! These bottles had names on them so I took it to heart and could not find a name that appealed to me at all. This was starting to get lengthy, as Leslie waited in the car outside, so
there in the corner, turned away from the glaring eyes of would be purchasers, was the bottle named Herrera.
What follows is our written journal (with some minor editing) covering our trip to Wheeling, enjoy it in the spirit it was written, a fun, off the cuff travelogue that was intended to be ingested with just a touch of silliness.
Herrera’s One Day Adventure or Trippin’ With H-Bomb
Ok for today I am riding the Herrera train. My choices for available names on the bottles of fully loaded caffeine laced coca cola were too meh, I believe I have chosen a name of integrity and honor. I am proud to say for today, for this bottle of oft-passed over soda, “me llamo Herrera”.
Ok so mountains, trucks, vistas great stuff. Plus East River Tunnel, not like the one Jimi had growing up in the East River Housing Projects, or so he tells me. But once thru both bright sunshine and clear sailing was ahead of us.
So Herrera sez to me, “you gonna eat all that?” I say “like white on rice, man. A good breakfast is the most important meal of any day. Get your
essentials for the day ahead. Like proteins, gravy, coffee and all that good stuff ya body craves and needs”. Herrera shook his entire body and got a bit gassy, so he had water, but he don’t drive either.
So it’s consume and resume for us. Leslie K. Joseph had sensible grub, but that’s why she’s lost over 25 pounds on her new eating regime.
Me, I cannot loose more than her, so I am holding up my end of bargain by eating almost everything I desire.
Onward we be hitting some precipitation and fog in the mountains.
Ramble on, now’s the time the time is now.
Herrera asked, “Is the capital all shiny and clean cos it’s raining and it’s a self cleaning dome?” As I was talking about copper patina and how it needs to get polished every so often, he blurts out “Oh “Madre de Dios” and jumps out of his seat.
Mother of God we hope no one got hurt. We are all a bit more somber at this point.
Herrera is sad thinking it was because he asked that question instead of paying attention, that the truck pictured ran off the road, but I assured him it just the way life is.
At least the rain has stopped, about two hours out of Wheeling now. Still overcast and foggy, reminds me of Rochester, NY where we will visit later on our tour.
Leslie K. Joseph says the sensible meal she had is bouncing somewhat, must be rubber grits.
Herrera is thrilled to drive in the rest area. He says this is one of the best things he has ever done in his life. Funny on his choice of words… His day is dwindling down, but he hopes to make it to Wheeling. His adventurous spirit is undeniable and it fortifies us as we travel late into the day.
More rain, no accidents so that’s good.
Poor Herrera, he was beat from the trip, took a lil’ nap when I drove (fool that he is).
Upon waking and he saw us checking in positively elated. So much that he insisted on a photo right away. His first one was all energy and nerves, then Devon, the manager wanted to help him feel honored by having her welcome him to the hotel by taking a pic with Herrera. Little H-Bomb did not know what being punked meant, but all in good fun, and he was. Leslie K. Joseph laughed so hard when she saw Herrera at the check in desk, SHE knew it was all worth it. There are some people that enjoy making other folks happy and these are the un-celebrated ones, but they are there for us all.
Not sure if Herrera will make it to the dinner and tonight’s pre-party, he’s a pretty drained little tyke, but we will see how it goes.
When we left for the pre-party dinner in downtown Wheeling, Herrera was happy to stay in the room. I had forgotten my phone as we were running late – this is what I found.
Seems like the ‘snack pack gang’ enjoyed initiating H-Bomb into their circle. I believe my phone was charged enough to take this group photo to commemorate the occasion.
Seems like Herrera bonded with the Lot40 whisky, who is a fine Canadian import. He managed to get thru customs, but maybe a bit too much bonding I think.
We found him sideways inside the sink, void of life, an empty shell, ready for the recycle bin that awaits us all. Sad, but he lived his day with us fully and will be remembered for his wide eyed awe and disarming innocence. We dressed him and tucked him in comfy attire and he will be laid to rest in recycling tomorrow.
RIP Herrera, long may you run.
It’s funny how we all take each day as mundane and long for excitement and adventure, when it is really right there for us to see. Herrera is that spirit and he lives in each of us, waiting to be released.
Find your Herrera, let it loose.