1100 Miles (1760k)

Day: 104

I woke up with the feel of cheap tan polyester on my face and an angry hungover dragon in my skull. It was only nine-thirty, but we had to get on the road, hoping to make it to Lake Eufalia to meet up with Matt’s aunt and uncle by tomorrow afternoon. The only pleasure of this entire morning was that I didn’t have to drive first.

We loaded up, hit the grocery store for lunch meat, ate Lunch, and set out for a day that we had figured would lack significant blogging stories. The car was devouring the asphalt and near sunset, somewhere in a desolate stretch of New Mexico (when I was finally behind the wheel), we saw lightning in the distance and some of the darkest clouds I have ever seen. Chad looks at me and says: “It’s looks like we’re driving into hell.”; and that is pretty much what it was. It started with just a heavy rain, then is seemed God was hitting us with buckets, and after a minute (when I was going about 25/mph) I felt as if I had just driven directly into the pacific and the waves were crashing on the windshield. I had to pull over with everyone else and wait out the downpour.

We found dinner at a roadside diner around 8pm, our faces gathering that sheen of long car travels, had some shitty food and decided to push through tonight, not stop in Texas, and just try to make it to Oklahoma by morning. I passed the driving off to Aaron and passed out in the back seat only to be awoken for our border pictures at Texas and Oklahoma.