A little Texas goes a long way

Egads, that's a massive state. We drove all day Thursday and still didn't make it to New Mexico. I've always wondered why some states got to be so big while others, Delaware for example, are slightly smaller. You can fit probably 2000 Delawares into Texas. It's just not fair to poor Delaware.

Anyway, there's really nothing west of San Antonio. A few miles east of Fort Stockton, I finished up an audiobook. I couldn't reach my iPod so I tried the radio. The choices were slim: a waltz, Spanish-language talk radio and Motley Crue. I went with the Crue. As Fort Stockton faded into the distance, my easy listening and bilingual options were out of range. By the time we hit Van Horn (town slogan: "Stop In Van Horn Or You'll Run Out Of Gas"), the radio's scan button yielded nothing but an infinite loop around the FM band as no signal was strong enough to lock on to.

So that was last night's stop: Van Horn, a town that's only purpose is Gas, Food, Lodging. Tonight's stop is a little different as our window looks out onto the massive block of traffic moving at 65 mph that is Phoenix's I-17.

Our first milestone this morning was billboard-infested El Paso and then (finally!) a state that wasn't Texas. And although you easily could make your way across the country on I-10 eating only the delicacies provided by Crackel Barrel, we had somehow resisted the temptation until today when we met Debz's cousin for lunch in Las Cruces. After lunch, we skirted past forgettable towns with forgettable names in the desert, finally zipping through Tucson and into Phoenix.

By early afternoon tomorrow, we'll be in Palm Springs. The cats still hate me though. You haven't lived until you've grabbed a broom to sweep a freaked-out cat from under a hotel bed. Good times.

• Posted by Brian at 11:48 PM
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