Rainy Ride

The cloud that followed us up to the Cape followed us back home. For six hours the rain came pounding down. We saw five accidents. One Porsche was totally demolished and one pick up truck was on its side. At one point, the left lane was riding on the grass shoulder and the right lane was on the other grass shoulder as the fire trucks and police trucks rode down the middle opening. I had never seen anything like that before in all the years that I have traveled. Slowly but surely we inched our way home. By the time we got here, we were exhausted. If I had to do it all over again, I would, since the ride was worth it. Seeing my granddaughters is worth anything.