Worst Road Trip Ever by Heather Gray

Today, we welcome Heather Gray. 
Heather Gray is the author of the Ladies of Larkspur inspirational western romance series, including Mail Order Man, Just Dessert, and soon-to-be-released Redemption.  Other titles include Ten Million Reasons, His Saving Grace, and Nowhere for Christmas.  Aside from a long-standing love affair with coffee, Heather’s greatest joys are her relationship with her Savior and family.  She decided years ago that laughter is better than yelling.  This theme is prevalent in her writing where, through the highs and lows, her characters find a way to love God, embrace each day, and laugh out loud.

Worst Road Trip Ever
My newest release, Nowhere for Christmas, is about a road trip.  You know the one.  It’s the worst road trip ever – the one whereeverything goes wrong.

Sadly, I can say, road trip disasters follow me.  If they don’t happen to me personally, I  hear about them from my friends.

Here’s a small sample:
  •       At least two of my friends have had a headlight fall OUT of their rental car while traveling.
  •       We got pulled over once for traveling the wrong way down a one-way street.  In front of the police station. (Although I wasn’t driving that time!)
  •       I’ve had a friend discover that the rear bumper had been mysteriously removed from and then poorly reattached to their car. (They finally decided it had gotten knocked off in a parking garage and that the person responsible reattached the bumper so the damage wouldn’t be noticed until later.)
  •       I’ve gotten food poisoning while on a road trip.
  •       Our defroster has gone out, forcing us to invest in one of those dashboard heaters that plug into the cigarette lighter. (Let me tell you, they don’t work as well as you need them to!)
  •       Something had come loose in the engine and knocked out one of our cylinders.  Cars do NOT run well without all their cylinders!
  •       I’ve hit ice, ice, and more ice…on a road trip that wasn’t even supposed to be cold!
  •       My windshield wiper has fallen off the car while in use. The snow was coming down so heavily that I was instantly blind without it. Luckily I’d just started taking an exit off the freeway and was able to get my window down and see enough to pull to the side without getting hit. That one got my heart pumping!
  •      A friend of mine was on a police chase years ago (he was the one doing the chasing, thankfully), and his car ran right over a skunk. The smell was so atrocious they wouldn’t let him into the police station when he got back.
  •       I’ve been in a motorhome whose drive shaft fell off while going down the road. Literally fell off.

Trust me, I could tell more stories. It almost sounds like the makings of a horror movie…or a fantastic comedy. Since I prefer laughter over terror, we’ll go with comedy!

I’m the first to admit I don’t always manage to laugh at situations while I’m right in the middle of them, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to trust that God has a plan. Nothing – not even a flat tire with a flat doughnut and broken jack – is too big for Him to handle. Somehow, putting my trust in Him to handle the challenges that come along has freed me up to enjoy the road trip of life a whole lot more.

So tell me, what are some of the most bizarre things that have happened to you and your vehicle? Make them good though – I want to laugh!  🙂

Back Cover:
Anything can happen on the road to Nowhere…

A journalist and single mother, Avery is used to being in control, though she tries to remind herself to let God take lead in her life. Eli, her teenage son, is happy as long as he has his music, plenty of food, and the occasional adult on which to practice his rapier wit.  Gavin, a virtual stranger, is a photojournalist who mysteriously disappeared from the scene a few years ago.
The trio ends up together for a Christmas road trip to the small town of Nowhere.  An eight hour drive in a rental car turns into two days of misadventure and calamity as bad luck stalks them.  They get a flat tire, the bumper falls off, the car overheats – and that’s only the beginning! Along the way they meet some interesting people – from a bait shop owner who moonlights as a mechanic to a chatty preacher’s wife and a highway patrolman whose wife and mother can’t agree on the best way to remove a skunk’s stink.
Hungry, cold, and tired, the three finally arrive in Nowhere only to discover the town is nothing like they expected. Reaching their destination, it turns out, doesn’t necessarily mean the journey has ended.

“I’m going to have to go get the other one out of the attic,” she said with a sigh, hoping her son would volunteer to climb up in there and retrieve it for her. 

Instead, he nodded and asked, “You want me to pull the ladder down for you?” She grinned to herself as she nodded. They had a regular battle about the attic. Neither of them liked going up there. Since he’d gone up to retrieve all the Christmas decorations earlier in the month, she’d let him have the victory this time. 

After Avery scaled the creaky ladder up into the attic, she scanned the web-dusted contents, quickly locating the suitcase she needed. It was older and more faded than the green one, and it had a rust-and-mustard-colored seventies floral pattern on it. At least no one will try to steal it. 

As she dragged the suitcase with its one broken wheel across the attic floor, a cloud of who-knew-what gently puffed up into the air around her. Then she got a mouthful of it and started coughing, which led to more grime and dust billowing into the air. That, of course, led to more coughing. 

Avery lost her balance and started to fall out of the attic opening, but the suitcase blocked her way enough to pause her descent, giving her time to reach out and grab the back of an old chair that had been in the attic longer than they’d lived in the house. The suitcase wasn’t so lucky. It fell zipper-over-wheel down the attic ladder and landed with a loud thud on the carpeted floor below.

By the time Avery pulled herself back to her feet and made her way down the ladder, she expected to find Eli standing there wondering where his dinner was. Alas, her teen was blissfully unaware of her near-death-by-attic experience. He was in his room listening to his MP3 player. It’s for the best. I wouldn’t want him to pull a muscle laughing at me.

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Thanks for coming by and helping us laugh a little, Heather.
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6 thoughts on “Worst Road Trip Ever by Heather Gray

  1. This was a delightful post. I chuckled along with the examples of bad road trips and reflected on some of mine. There probably weren’t many laughs in the moment, but time does heal those wounds. This sounds like a very enjoyable book. So glad you shared it.

    1. Thank you for stopping by Tina! I don’t always laugh at everything in the moment either. The measure of how much humor I find in any given situation is directly correlated to how much sleep I had the night before and how hungry I am. (Hint: Lack of sleep and lack of food make for a very cranky me, and nothing’s funny when I’m cranky!) Have a great day!!

  2. Great post, Heather. My worst roadtrip was when I was on the way to Cornwall with my first husband when my girls were small. The brakes when on the car just as we were going downhill with a full trailer on the back. Real scary I can tell you but made it safe.

  3. I would have been screaming at the top of my lungs Karen! I’ve never been very good as a “silent passenger”. I can just imagine how your heart must have been racing! So glad you all made it to the bottom safely!! 🙂

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