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| Great Adventure Day 4
by jamie4882 at 1/17/2008 7:30:37 AM
Day 4, Saturday, September 1st Tucumcari, NM to Canute, OK –
I woke up all snotty with allergies; took drugs and was fine. The weather is the best ever. It was nice and cool with a gentle, pleasant breeze.
OK, I was going to fix my own breakfast but, then I looked on the campground flyer and they offer biscuits and gravy. I couldn’t pass that up. It came with an egg patty. I didn’t have a clue as too what that was but what the heck, I am a risk taker. It turns out they are a flat thin mixed fried egg that are square like Wendy’s hamburgers.
When I leave in the morning, I usually fill my gas tank and get a diet-coke from the station’s convenience store. This morning, there were these big beetle type bugs crawling around the gas pumps. I did not bother to go into the store and just got the heck gone as soon as I filled my tank. It is so much buggier in other parts of the country than in California. Yuck!
I stopped at a Dairy Queen for lunch and bought a Chicken Fried Steak Sandwich. It tasted like it was over cooked in old oil. The first third was bad, the next third went OK since I was getting used to it, the last third just didn’t get eaten.
There was no scenery worth mentioning, no exciting electrical storms, rainbows, etc.; just a lot of flat, dry nothing. The landscape did start to green up by the end of the day.
People are interesting including me. I am not afraid to go cross-country, just me and my dog, for three weeks but cruise control scares me. I think it is the feelings of being out of control regarding the gas peddle. Now I know that, that is not true. All I have to do is hit the brakes or the gas peddle and I am back in control, but my neurotic mind does not buy into it. Being a Southern California driver my idea of cruise control is that you drive as fast as you can without running over the vehicle in front of you. Since I do not want to get a ticket or drive too fast for my trailer I usually get behind a semi and just go their speed. But, I am running into stretches of road where there are hardly any other vehicles. I need to control myself. I have decided to take the plunge and use cruise control. Not problem when there is no one else on he road.
There was this fantastic rest stop in Texas; leave it to all those rich oil barons. There was a playground, an air-conditioned building with a little Route 66 display, information person, two sets of restrooms, and two tornado shelters. We just don’t see those kinds of amenities in CA. Should our rest stops have special earthquake shelter rooms?
Since I am hauling a trailer, I have to park with the truckers. A friend commented that it’s like Mutt and Jeff with my little trailer. Here’s a picture of my little rig with the big boys. Sometimes when I get back from the rest room, I can’t find my rig because another semi has parked next to me and is hiding it. This especially happens after dark. I walk down the row looking for myself. So far, no one has taken me for a rest stop, street walker.
Broke another nail.
The campgrounds were run by another helpful friendly family. One could buy a piece of homemade cake. I ordered the BBQ beef dinner. They asked me what I wanted to drink with it and being all sweaty from setting up the tent trailer and having my full of diet-cokes I decided what the heck I’ll have a beer. So are tattoos, cussing, Jack Daniels, and chewing tobacco far behind.
My space was right next to the pool. By the time I finished my beer, decided it was OK to immerse my hair in chlorinated water; and changed into my swim suit the pool was closed.
I skipped the nightly pumpkin pie. It just didn’t seem to work with Bud Light.
End of Day 4; More Later.
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