Coco and Caz barely adjusted to downsizing and to moving out of the childhood home, when more home change came about. Demi and relocated last fall to the Charleston, SC area, specifically James Island. Two cars were loaded up. We drove from MA and headed south. We stopped for the night in NC. The next day we headed off to Columbia, SC. We toured around Coco's new off campus apartment complex. Then we unloaded Coco's items into storage and sent Caz on his way to Auburn.
It was quite an adventure on the way. The boys had decided to drive together. Their idea, not ours. Coco drew the short straw, driving the shift which took us over the GW. Even during a pandemic, the GW is terrible to cross. They helped each other though. Caz kept us in sight, spotted for Coco, and provided direction. Coco white knuckled it the whole time. He was a sweaty mess when he got out. Caz went next and shortly after getting on the Jersey turnpike, the skies opened up. He had never driven in a deluge like this. That is when I notice the turtle shell carrier on top had popped open in the front. Of course. Right when it poured rain. We had to wait a while but finally found an exit to pull off. Keep that in mind for day two.
Shortly after leaving South of the Border, Caz and I pulled out into the left lane on the highway. Coco called because Demi was driving. Caz picked up the phone since I was driving the other car. Caz said we might have a problem with the roof rack, then immediately shouted we needed to pull over immediately. I had to cut off a big rig to do it but managed. There was no real emergency lane so I was off in the grass. The roof rack was open but somehow nothing was lost. We had enough room to cram in the items from the roof into the car. I closed up the shell as best I could. That went into the storage unit in Columbia until we were able to dump it.
After we split up in Columbia, Coco, Demi and I headed to James Island.
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