There was not much to do today but square our shoulders and head for home. The landscape became more rolling; I do love driving through Ohio. But more traffic. Slower speed limits. Even some road construction, and a hazmat crew working on a rolled tanker. But also better food options; lunch at Panera was a pleasure.
During lunch, though, I started to feel super dizzy. The place was spinning and rolling. I closed my eyes, put my head down, ate my food. Took a Tylenol. After lunch, I drove, hoping that would still things. It wasn't too bad driving, but when we stopped for gas in Wheeling, WV, late afternoon, I could barely walk across the parking lot; it was all pitching and lurching. My stomach was fine; it was purely vestibular. So Ed drove the rest of the way. We finished The Sorcerer's Stone audio book and listened to a few short stories. Some music, some movies, and then we were home. We rolled in around 7:30 p.m. Unloaded the car, put the kids to bed. All the while everything kept spinning in my head. Totally bizarre. I went to bed as soon as I could because when I laid down, the lurching slowed and eventually stopped. Sweet still bliss.
Over the days, Ed and I discovered a new shared disdain for dumb-sounding town names made up of other names. Texarkana. Kanorado. Missinois. Really? Also a less profound, but still real, disapproval of names of other more famous places in lesser-known locales. Like Brazil, Illinois. And too many states have a "Paris." Just leave Paris alone and make your own names. These are just some of the thoughts that pass through a road-tripper's mind.