A friend of mine and I staged an escape today. I decided it was a reward for having made it through a morning of being literally frozen in more than four dozen places by my favorite dermatologist, getting a number of on post errands run and managing to get two smashed up pairs of glasses turned into one functional pair.
Shanda & I headed to Schoppel. Now I will acknowledge having been there last week and buying yarn but I just couldn’t resist especially since I won’t be around for a couple of months and she is PCSing in early June. Headed to Colorado, her husband is retiring.
So anyway after stopping at her house for a warm soup lunch we hit the road. Not even bothering with the GPS we just headed off, me driving and she knitting.
Some kilometers after the Weinberg Drieck, not even sure where, the traffic started to slow to the inevitable stau. Not being completely stupid, I switched it on and we headed off road carefully following directions. Crossing back over the A6, we could see traffic extending as far as we could see.
And then I forgot about the whole thing figuring that it would be over when we headed back especially since there didn’t seem to be any problem with the west bound traffic.
We shopped, chatted and otherwise had a great time stuffing our handbaskets with yarn, then the bags in the car.
The traffic, however didn’t clear out as we found to our dismay on the return journey. Stupidly we got on the A6 only to slam to a stop about 3 km later. The GPS meanwhile saying absolutely nothing. My iPhone (lovely browser that!) informed me that there was a mulitple vehicle accident and that A6 was closed in both directions for hours. Remember what I said about no problems with on coming traffic?
Anyway, we managed to get out the back gate at the next rest stop followed by over an hour’s worth of traipsing across the back country of Germany somewhere between Bavaria and Bad-Wuertemburg attempting to by pass an area of autobahn without parallel local roads. Meanwhile, the stupid lady kept trying to send me back to the autobahn. She didn’t even bother to tell me about traffic when I had been in the first stau for over 45 minutes.
It was dark when I got back to PHV. It was even darker when I made it home only to find that I had left my purse at Shanda’s. Forget it – I am going to bed!