Every summer, my kids and I drive to Texas to visit my aunt. She lives alone there, with no family close by since my grandparents passed away and we just love to be with her. We don't do anything fancy. She has a pool in her backyard. We hang out at the house, cookout and swim. My kids all learned how to swim in that pool... and how to skinny dip. :)
We usually like to drive in two days. One summer, my husband was out of work and we didn't want to spend the money on a hotel so we decided we could make the 18 hour drive without stopping for the night. It. Was. Awful.
Things were going pretty well all the way to Arkansas. Then it started to get dark. Driving in the dark in Texas is not fun. Armadillos run across the road, snakes can be seen in the headlights and there are no street lights most of the way making it pitch black. Then my mom says she has a shortcut.
The last shortcut we took with my mom added 8 hours to our trip by taking us to Louisiana on our way home from Texas and then we went up the Natchez Trace which was beautiful, but had a speed limit of 45 to 55 mph instead of the 70 on the main road.
I was unsure of this shortcut but I was willing to try it since I was getting tired. Shortly after heading on this alternate route, a car on the side of the road started driving really fast to get on the freeway, throwing a rock in the middle of my windshield, making a very large mark. About an hour later my a/c went out. We are talking Texas in July people... It was so hot I wanted to stick my head out of the car like a dog.
The kids seemed ok, other than poor A who was in the way back who said that she was very hot. At one point, I looked in the rear view mirror and my jaw dropped. My littlest one, about 6 or 7 at the time, was in her car seat, reading a book, naked as a jay bird. She didn't wait for anyone to tell her how to cool off. She took care of it herself.