I don’t often feel this way, but I can honestly say that I felt like I did something heroic this weekend.
I didn’t rescue anyone by jumping in front of a bus or anything. I am a hero for just doing what I do.
David always teases me about over-packing. My over-packing is the primary reason that I will never go backwoods camping – I need a car to transport my gear.
We went away overnight to a tournament in New Brunswick for Captain Alpha. We left mid-morning Saturday and I carefully packed for all four of us.
Everything went according to plan until it was time to leave after the tournament on Sunday.
It started snowing. (It is November in Canada, after all.)
We packed up and headed out of town and managed to get on the right highway - headed in the wrong direction.
Here is where I should tell you that I am no fun to drive with in heavy snow or rain. I get a tad nervous.
I can imagine that would be a bit distracting, so that is the only excuse I can think of for the fact that we drove for over an hour before we realized we were going the wrong way. All the highway signs were covered with snow. It was getting dark. And it was still snowing hard.
I finally took our GPS out of the glove compartment and checked it – because we didn’t need it on familiar roads, right? – we were 12 km away from the nearest town.
We drove on, trudging down the snow and slush-covered road, until we saw the street lights at the next exit.
After booking a night at the nearest motel (Thank you, HoJo!) and ordering a meal from the only restaurant that delivered (Holla, Pizza Hut!) we settled in for the night.
We had warm showers and – thanks to my over-packing ways – there were fresh socks and undies for all. And the next morning – oh yeah! – there were fresh changes of clothes, too.
But as is the way with heroes, my efforts were largely overlooked, overshadowed by the cheesy garlic bread and bed-lounging-TV-watching.
But that’s OK, I don’t do it for thanks.
I do it because you just never know when you will need a cotton swab and a butterfly bandage. Or an extra pair of socks. You never know when you will end up on a snowy Canadian highway with no idea were the heck you are.
Over-packers – keep on doing what you do. They may never notice when you come through with everything they need. But they would probably notice if you didn’t.
Are you an over-packer? Has it ever come in handy?