For years, I-85 was a mess in South Carolina every summer. We told ourselves that the time spent crawling along was an investment as they widened the way. Think how great it will be when they're done! we thought, imagining ourselves sailing through the Palmetto State on the penultimate leg of our journey from DC to Atlanta.
And then? It was finished, and the six lanes were mostly enough to accommodate all of us vacationers, as well as the commercial traffic to the inland port of Greer. For a couple of years, we flew through South Carolina, stopping only for a half-bushel of local peaches in Gaffney, if we chose, and making it from Kings Mountain to the Tugaloo River in under two hours.
But today, just a few miles south of the border, the route on the GPS turned an angry red, and as we idled at the top of a low knoll, the road ahead was clogged with shoulder-to-shoulder tractor-trailers for as far as we could see. Signs warned us of lane closures ahead due to a repaving project.
It seemed too soon for the new road to need attention, but there we were, stuck again, and to add insult to injury? All the peach stands were closed.
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