I spent a little over four hours on a bridge today. I contemplated whether I should jump off, or remain at the top. I was not entirely sure that the fall would not kill me, so I decided to remain at the top. I sat in my car with the afternoon sun beating down on me. For a long while, the road was closed completely. We just sat there. People got out of their cars and chatted. An hour or so into the ordeal, traffic began to crawl. We had one lane of the three lane freeway open.
A couple of hours crept by, and I finally got to the culprit of my afternoon on a bridge. Despite my fear of seeing the remnants of a fatality accident, I looked to see. I am glad that I did. The only fatality was to a person’s pocket book. A high end RV lay on its side with a mangled golf cart in tow. A bright shiny high end pick up truck had an enormous dent in the bed of the truck. Nothing about the scene suggests anyone suffered serious injuries. The scene leaves me wondering how one gets the overturned RV out of the road. I suspect that I am not the only one wondering.
I should have been in Lake Charles about four hours ago. I am still not there. I finally got too hungry to keep going, so I am stopped about an hour outside of Lake Charles, where I will be calling it a night. I am now indulging in shrimp Etouffee that is worth getting fat for. I will be making the drive from Houston to South Carolina a few times a year the next few years. I am going to add this place to one of my routine stops.
When I do finally get to Lake Charles tonight, I am stopping over for the night. I do not have it in me to drive another three hours or so home. I am going to play some cards at the casino, and then I am going to hop into my PJ’s and watch some TV. I like my me time, even the time on the bridge was nice. Often times, it is about one’s mindset not one’s situation.