I love to travel. That is a simple statement but I do, I love traveling and seeing other parts of the world. I like visiting new places but there is something that lurks in every single trip that I have ever taken. Something that is such a potent omen that I have been forbidden from ordering it ever again when I travel.
Omelets are the eggy omen of doom on many of my trips. Lets get this straight before the egg industry comes after me, I love eggs particularly when they are scrambled up into a concoction known in the US as a Denver omelet; think cheese, ham, onions, peppers, with salt, pepper, and garlic as the seasonings. I swoon when I get to eat a truly well cooked version of theses. But I digress. Omelets can, depending upon how they come to my table give clues to how that days adventure will turn out.
Yes I know that you think that I have gone off the deep end but really its true, no really this has happened multiple times.
The first time that it became noticed was when we were driving from Anchorage Alaska to San Antonio Texas, the Air Force having a sense of humor and all, it was August and the hottest time of the year to do this. In the Jeep Grand Wagoneer that looked like it had seen better days(cause it had) was me, my hubby, and our 6 month old twins plus the dog and the cat. Yeah that already had the earmarks of a trip to hell written all over it.
We had made it to Destruction Bay in Canada and stopped for the night. In the morning I ordered an omelet for breakfast. No problem the food was hot and served quickly, great wait staff. However the inside of my omelet was runny. I don't like runny eggs in anyway shape or form. Nope. So I ate the omelet cause one, I am polite and don't send food back unless a cook really screws it up and two, I was very hungry. Then no more than two hours out on the road we hit this lovely little stretch of road. The government of Canada had thoughtfully put up a sign stating they were doing road construction for the next 50 miles on the road leading to Haines Alaska (no seriously to get to parts of Alaska you have to first drive through a part of Canada). What the sign should have said is there is no road and you need to follow the orange markers that we have left for you to find like a treasure hunt. The so called road was filled with not just rocks but rocks the size of small boulders, there were holes that could have swallowed smaller cars. It was the type of road that you can only go ten mile per hour on; and there were fifty miles of this. So suffice to say that the day didn't get off to a great start.
When we finally made it into Haines we discovered that the rocks which had been dancing around in the engine doing the watusy had created a teeny tiny hole in the battery and allowed all the battery fluid to drain away leaving us with no power in car. So my hubby is running around Haines to get a battery, and yes running around as in physically running, its not that big of a town. We managed to get the last hotel room in town as it seems that the ferry that was supposed to leave ahead of ours had struck a rock in the water and well, was taking on water. Holy Titanic Batman, I was supposed to be taking a ferry the next day all the way to Seattle.
So hotel room was really tiny, and we have two very grouchy twins and the dog and cat are a bit uppity as well about being kenneled and held in the car. All the rooms on the floor in this hotel share two bathrooms so taking a long bath to relax was out of the question. Sleep seemed the optional thing to do.
Fast forwarding to the next morning and getting breakfast what do I order, you got it; an omelet. Was it runny you ask? Partially which explains the weirdness of the next part. We got on our ferry, no holes in this one. Got to our cabin and got the kids settled down. The captain comes on to announce that the stops at the ports would be exceedingly brief as the staff was on the verge of striking and he was afraid that if they stayed to long in any port then the crew might sneak off start striking and leave everyone stranded. Well lets just say that is not what anyone wants to hear. So we ate our own food that we had brought for the journey as the food prices on the ferry were, lets just say this side of highway robbery. We finally got relaxed enough to go to sleep when another announcement came overhead. The chief porter was asking for the owner of the jeep wagoneer with Alaska plates that matched ours to please come to the porters desk. Turns out our springer spaniel was more intelligent then we thought. We had let him out of his kennel as he had to stay in the car for the trip. However the dog apparently got sea sick. He pawed the window down, jumped out, barfed, and then sat nicely by the car waiting for someone to let him back in. Poor dog. Well at least he did not run off through the decks.
Well in the course of the trip down to Seattle my husband had began to notice that every time I ordered an omelet and it was runny bad things happened. He asked me very nicely if I would consent to ordering pancakes or waffles or anything else for a little while. Well I did and then I didn't and that is another story for another day.
Atypical Life in AL
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