We woke up this morning at 5:30 to the sound of Annaliese calling from her bed, "Daddy, are you gone?" After I said no, she came pattering in and crawled into bed with us. Caspian followed a few minutes later, and we had a long family snuggle, before everyone got busy bathing/dressing/packing/heading out for the day.
I hit the road around 7:30, stopping to grab the rebar stakes I had made and painted orange the day before, and left to dry in my workshop above the store. Alexe and I had another round of goodbyes, and as I headed out the door, Mr. Sartain, owner of Sartain's Hardware Store, who has been working on Main Street for 40+ years, gave me the biggest smile from his perch in a BTC booth and wished me a safe trip and said he couldn't wait to hear how it all went.
Out of Mississippi, a short jump across the south-west corner of Tennessee, and the trip got underway as I crossed the Mississippi into Arkansas. It was pouring rain, and continued to rain until I hit Texas much later in the day.
Nothing in Arkansas caught my attention. That might have been because I was still waking up...
Driving through the reservations in Oklahoma makes for unpleasant reflections on what humans so often do to each other.
This seemed to be pure whim/art. Pretty cool for a random small bridge over the interstate.
A glass house made for a mostly indoor water park. Attached to a small hotel/motel.
I hadn't seen such small, well defined rain storms at a distance since hiking in Alaska, and watching the clouds move through the valleys.
It was still raining as I entered Texas, and up ahead it looked like night was falling.
I drove through what could have been late night driving for a time, and then the wall of darkness opened up. It was like the sun was rising ahead of me in the West.
This water tower could use a little help.
The church looked like it was still under construction.
After so many hours of dark skies and blinding rain, I took a bunch of pictures of the beautiful, fluffy sky.
Still trucking. At this point we're at a little over 800 miles for the day.
With plans to push through to Albuquerque, (which I spelled correctly just then,) I stopped at the first food/fuel stop right over the New Mexico line. I filled the truck, then headed inside to take care of me, and found this:
The second one of these I've seen this summer.
This made me smile and think of Alexe. The small car collection was lovely, though it's a bit sad to see them locked up in here.
And here I sit, finishing up a ribeye and drinking a coke to see me through the next 200 miles.