I am always up for new adventures. Sometimes as we mature in life adventures are few and far between, but I guess they are really whatever you make them into.
Recently I started another venture into the world of direct sales. A new hat I wear is Dove Discoveries Chocolatier. It's my second hat to wear in the direct sales world. For seven years I have struggled to sell Beauticontrol products (I still do that but with the economy makeup and spa products are a luxury) so when I was approached to do this I jumped at a new adventure. I debated on whether to travel outside my general area but when an acquaintance asked if I would drive 150+ miles one way to do a party for her I said I would.
So I put my road trip hat on and ventured south. I wasn't a virgin when it comes to packing up the car and going on a road trip. As a kid it wasn't strange for my Dad to decide we were going to drive down the Pacific Coast Hwy and find a place to stop for ice cream, get gas and then turn around and go home. The sites were indescribable sometimes but thank goodness I wasn't prone to car sickness.
This past Saturday, I packed my wares and started out. One major difference is no major freeway, mostly two lane highways to my destination,although they are widening to four lanes part of the way.
I passed towns with funny names like Rescue, Albatross and Plew which the last one looked like a word jumble that you thought wasn't even a real word.
Animals of every kind were not foreign; cows, and more cows, Texas Longhorns, llamas, emu and a camel of all things. I had to do a double take for that one. I was surprised and saddened how since the recent road improvements how some of the tiniest towns are more like ghost towns. Although the roads improved it didn't improve the populations or services if anything it probably made it worse.
As I got closer to my final destination I traveled the old "Route 66" and thought how wonderful it must have been back in the day to pass what now was just a memory. Old abandoned motor stops, run by families, old gasoline stations with old pumps, progress didn't up lift these home style amenities.
Of course this trip didn't come without getting a little misplaced. The google map was wrong, (NO GPS for me yet) so I basically crossed my fingers and stood at a crossroads much like Tom Hanks in the movie Castaway in the end, and had hope that I would be able to have enough signal on my phone to reach my party destination.
I mentioned on my Facebook that day if I did get lost at least I had chocolate to eat. Thankfully I didn't have to resort to eating my profits.
This city girl adapted as best she could to the real country. It was a Missouri Road Trip--what more could I have expected.
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