Kelly’s Big Road Trip.

Kelly’s journey-map

I write predominately, about Atlantic Canada, but I get many people commenting on my posts and asking if I have been here, or there? Why don’t I write about past travels? I don’t write about past trips because they are in the past and I don’t live in the past. However, fellow bloggers Mel & Suan from Travelling Matters to Us have convinced me to share an early travel adventure story, because my experiences are far more interesting than the places themselves. I think you will enjoy this oldie but goodie.

In early December of ’92 I planned a loop tour from my home in Toronto, Ontario down the center of USA before heading to Cape Breton for Christmas, then continuing back down the east coast to Florida. On my return trip, I wanted to cover Georgia, Louisiana and Mississippi and then be home in time for spring training at Woodbine Racetrack in mid-February.

I had a successful day of touring Louisville and Lextington and arrived late afternoon in Mammoth Caves, Kentucky. I wanted to be up early to go to the caves so I found a small, inexpensive motel in the town to stay the night. The proprietor of the place was a man in his sixties, he had no legs and was in a wheelchair. As I stood in the doorway of the office getting checked in, I could hear a lot of yelling and laughing coming from one of the rooms. I asked the owner if I would be safe. He replied,”Yes dear, they are just miners letting off some steam having a game of poker.” I said “Are they drunk?” He replied, in a thick Kentucky drawl, “This here is a dry county — ain’t no liquor here.” I had no idea what that meant. Is it like in Footloose? Is that is a real thing?

Then he added, “If you don’t feel safe you can have my gun.” And he pulled out a huge pistol he had resting beside him in his chair, and held it out to me to take. Being Canadian, I had never seen a handgun except on TV, and none were ever that size. I thanked him for the offer but declined it. He stuffed it back down below his hip in his chair and I left for my room shaking with fear. I recall a restless sleep but quiet prevailed around 11 pm .

The Caves were amazing and my tour continued on to Frankfurt, Kentucky, where there was a floral clock and Daniel Boone’s grave to see, then off to the house where Davy Crockett was born. I stopped in Nashville for a look around then made my way onward to Memphis. At Graceland I took a tour of jungle room and saw Elvis Aaron Presley’s grave.

The Jack Daniels distillery was a must-see. I bought a large bottle of the good stuff to bring home to my brother-in-law for Christmas. I headed east toward Cumberland Gap, where I hiked through the woods to find the marker identifying the point where the states of Tennessee, Kentucky, and Virginia converge. Then I entered Virginia and stopped at Luray Caverns. I remember Rudolph Valentino’s Rolls Royce was on display in the museum area.

Next was Arlington National Cemetery to see Kennedy’s grave and the eternal flame. I finished up my tour and merged on to Interstate 95 north at rush hour on a Friday. Within minutes there was a car accident. The road was slick with oil and slush and the cars were splitting off to the left and right to avoid the crash. I got caught in the shifting and went into a skid, connecting with a cement girder and swiping an Audi on the way by. My Buick was a write-off and I was left rattled — but thankfully unhurt — on the highway with a crushed vehicle and a trunk full of Christmas presents.

After dealing with the police, I signed the wreckage over to the tow truck driver, and he dropped me off at a seedy hotel. I slunk to my room to think about my situation and to form a plan. The next day I took a transit bus to a mall where I purchased some luggage, returned to my room to repack my belongings, then hoofed it with my bags to the train station to catch a rail going north to Philadelphia, then later caught a bus to take me further north. There was a snowstorm covering most of Maine and New Brunswick and the bus driver said, ” I ain’t going any further, everyone has to exit.” We were in Portland Maine.

I teamed up with a couple from Ireland to split a $150 cab ride to Bar Harbor, and we were lucky to catch the last crossing of the ferry to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. It was so cold on the crossing. I cracked the seal on the bottle of Jack and we all sang Irish songs till we fell a sleep on the booths in the lounge.

Early next morning, my companions and I had a hot breakfast then departed the ship. At Customs, the Irish couple were herded into a separate line, and that was the last I saw of them. The border patrol gave me a scolding for having too much liquor in my suitcase but he let me go after I explained my strife. I walked to the bus terminal, luggage in tow, and slept on a bench for several hours till the bus arrived to take me to Cape Breton.

It’s about 550 kilometers from Yarmouth to Cape Breton by highway, but it takes about 12 hours on the milk run. I sat in the back hung over and nodding off until a Mi’kmaq lad dressed in a tuxedo got on and sat beside me. He was headed to a wedding in New Brunswick. We shared a few drinks of whiskey,( I had a two coffee cups from our last bus stop) and I gave him the rest of the bottle when he departed the bus in Truro.

Road-worn and blurry-eyed I arrived on the island. My sister was very pregnant and I decided to stay and help out. We had one of our worst winters for snowfall in years. The shoveling was relentless. Every time he had to shovel the driveway, my brother-in-law John reminded me that, “a drink of Jack would be good right about now.”

When February rolled around, I caught a break in the weather. I purchased a second-hand Hyundai Pony and headed back to Toronto.

brother in law John shoveling snow
Brother-in-law John shoveling snow 1992, old Kodak 110 film camera

So many stories. Life is fun.

Cheers and happy travels from Maritime Mac

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39 thoughts on “Kelly’s Big Road Trip.

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    1. Why thanks you for the kind words. I appreciated it. I will continue to stop by your site I have been enjoying your posts. Hopefully I can continue to put post up you will enjoy too. Keep in touch Kongo

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    1. I know. Recounting the ordeal, it does seems hard to believe I navigated it. So glad you stopped by to read I will be sure to check out our blog post too take care David .


    1. I visited Texas on my own (for a conference) when I was my early 20s. I thought I was really brave because I hadn’t long passed my driving test (I was) but it was very uneventful compared to your epic trip (thankfully). I did see shot guns on the back of pick truck going by me on the freeway but no one offered me a gun!


    1. Thanks John, It was one of those things in life that happens. I survived and I can laugh about it now. what don’t kill you does make you stronger. I am saw sad to lose the Buick to,I love that care

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  1. I’m not far from where that happened .West Virginia has constitutional carry which means US citizens don’t need a permit. ( I maintain mine anyway). It’s not unusual for a person to be armed in public but to offer a weapon to someone you’ve just met is odd. That gun was probably not legally owned and probably stolen. Had you accepted it and been caught with it you would probably still be in jail.


    1. It startled the hell out of me. I would never have touched it, I remember thinking I must have seemed very young and trustworthy, because, offering a gun to a stranger, who could have shot him with his own gun


    1. oh yes Gunta, I have travel extensively thorough the states. Done every state but Oregon, Hawaii and Puerto Rico. I have decided to focus more of my own country and do big trips every couple of years. lots of fantastic places to see yet.
      I hate to say it but that US has become unwelcoming, and risky with demonstrations. random killing. and bad weather events.
      I feel much safer in other places.


    2. Purely my opinion, but I think you missed the best state of all! 😀 I can sure understand your impression of the US. It is getting pretty crazy out there. I can’t imagine moving to another country, but I do tend to stay away from crowds and popular destinations… partly for the reasons you mentioned, but mostly by preference. This world is just getting too crowded in some places for my liking.


  2. This story is awesome! I’m sure most of it was terrifying as it was happening, but it’s cool to look back on stuff like that and laugh at how crazy it was.


    1. I do chuckle when I retell it for sure. and yes it was stressful when I was living through it. So glad you enjoyed it. I will be sure to check out your post too thanks Mountain Maven please stop by again.


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