I woke up this morning to bright sunshine. Bypassing the coffee pot, I stepped out onto the patio and checked the thermometer. It was cold, 39o, but it felt warmer with the sun shining. Coming back inside, the first thing I did was check the weather app on my phone. Seventy-nine degrees in the Bahamas. Nice!
In a few days my daughters, sons-in-law, grandchildren, and I will be in Nassau, soaking up the sun and swimming in the sea.
We’re not there yet, though. I checked one more app on my phone: maps. If I left home right now, it tells me, I’d arrive at the airport in 58 minutes. I’m writing this on the Wednesday before Christmas, though, I won’t be leaving until December 24th. Anything can happen on I-5 or at the airport during the Christmas holiday.
My sister’s near miss taught me that. She had a ticket for the train from Seattle to Portland today. Today, not Monday. Thank goodness! On Monday, Amtrak was trying out a new route. For some as yet unknown reason, the train came around a corner going 50 mph over the speed limit and derailed, many of the cars falling off the overpass onto I-5 or into the woods. You’ve probably seen pictures of the train car that was left dangling. It was a huge and terrible accident, fatal for three passengers.
As of this writing, the southbound lanes of I-5 are still closed. My sister has decided to pass on the train. Instead she’s going to bake cookies today and hope the freeway will be open tomorrow.
Most years, my kids and their families come here for Christmas. They fly in from all over the country. Almost every year their travel has been uneventful. The only exception I can remember was one year when it snowed so hard we couldn’t get out of our street.
When you travel during the holidays, you just have to have faith that everything will work out. And I do have faith that it will.