Catching up a little bit. Some days are better than others. Hope everyone is doing well here at HW. Hope my readers enjoy the trip. H&L Lauri
The Adventures of Lauri and Rose on the Road in America
Day 3, Wednesday, June 15
We were up at about again, at least I think that was the time, and headed for the motel lobby for a quick continental breakfast – coffee, juice, Cheerios, a bagel for me and a muffin for Mother. After breakfast, we checked out, but not before Mother turned in a comment card at the front desk of our Econolodge. We had a nonfunctioning electrical outlet next to the vanity, no towel bars next to the sink and no tissues. We had already had to get a new light bulb for one of the lamps in the room. Not very impressive.
I got back on the road and headed for the toll bridge across the Niagara River. I am going to get used to driving over water if it is the last thing I do, I guess. Near Buffalo, we picked up Interstate 90, the New York Thruway. We made several stops at the service areas. At one I bought coffee and two McDonald’s apple pies ($1.02 each, not 2 for $1 like other places). We stopped for gas at one place, but Mother’s credit card would not scan, so we moved on to the next service area. There a young woman came over and helped pump gas while I went to the restroom. When I returned, Mother noted the gal had multiple piercings in her face. Well, at least she had been helpful.
We lunched on good hamburgers and less than mediocre French fries from a Roy Rogers fast food location at yet another service area. Mother purchased some New York state postcards she needed for her scrapbook project, but we passed on the assortment of NY coffee mugs and she rejected the NY magnets, hoping to find something better in Albany.
We exited the toll road at Albany and headed into town. Suddenly, Mother was not sure we were on the right road (again), so I stopped to ask directions. We were on the correct road and just needed to drive further into town to find the state museum where Mother wanted to shop for souvenirs.
As we drove along the busy street, I was amazed at the number of people who ran red stop lights. I decided I was really going to have to watch my rearview mirror to make sure we did not get hit. We found the museum and an available on-street parking place. We pooled our quarters to plug the meter (25 cents for 12 minutes) to get an hour of time. I had to virtually unpack the backseat to get Mother’s walker out so she would not have to use her cane. We finally got into the museum and headed for the gift shop.
The selection of souvenirs was very limited. I bought two pins, but again Mother was not happy with the selection of pins or magnets there. I mentioned the red-light runners to the young man who was clerk. “What can I say? We don’t breed good drivers here,” he commented. Funny man! We asked about other gift shops, and he suggested one across the downtown area. It took some doing to navigate the unfamiliar streets and by the time we were there, it was closed. Mother decided we needed to find our motel, which was supposedly in Rensselaer, across the Hudson River. Finding the right route in the afternoon rush hour traffic was difficult. But, I finally managed to happen onto the right route and soon found myself driving across water again. I headed up US 20 as our directions indicated, but was soon hearing Mother tell me we must have missed the right road. I persisted up the street and soon found the motel. It is not actually in Rensselaer, but one of the next cities on the highway.
We checked in and found the front desk woman helpful and pleasant. We have a main floor room with a restroom adapted for those with disabilities, a refrigerator in the room, a microwave oven on a table in the hallway next to the ice machine and high-speed internet service in the room. Mother also was delighted to find lots of towels, towel bars and three boxes of tissues. We packed it in about warming plates of leftover spaghetti. I wish I had a bottle of wine to go with, but made do with bottled sparkling water while Mother had a bottle of V8 juice blend. We ate all we could and dumped the rest in the garbage.
Mother caught up on her journaling and receipt logs while I got on-line. I cleaned out email in-boxes, sent our day one adventures to family and friends, checked my breast cancer support boards and then spent some time unwinding with games at Pogo.com where I played pinochle with my on-line friend Ann who lives in Ohio. I did my series of foot exercise, took evening meds and turned in. Mother had been asleep for more than half an hour. Tomorrow we will head back into Albany where we plan to tour the state capitol.
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