Reading recent posts about the Rt. 501 traffic jams got me thinking. Sometimes even the best vacations can be interrupted by moments of unplanned misery. Do you have a memory of MB mayhem you'd care to share? A traffic jam? A monumental sunburn? Food poisoning? Rude hotel guests?
My only moment of MB misery came on the day we were leaving town. To avoid the 501 exodus, we stayed in town to kill a few hours. About 1:00 in the afternoon we were wandering downtown, around the Gay Dolphin, and I got what could only be described as heat stroke. It was SCORCHING hot. I could barely keep my eyes open. I believe that even my fingernails were sweating. As I tried to enjoy myself, I could only wonder, over and over, how do people actually live here and survive? It was downright inhospitable. How had I survived two weeks here only to suffer on my last day?
We got back to our car and drove away, gasping in the cool A/C air. I was weak, nauseous, and I couldn't cool down. I kept going, but I didn't feel right until we reached Virginia. MB on that day was hotter than anyplace I'd ever experienced, and I've been to Vegas in July.