I don’t have any more energy.
So I’m going to bed.
But first a post.
And we drive.
Sissy, our GPS device (do you have one? Does it have a name?) decided to take us the most direct route. This was not the fastest route. We ended up on four lane roads in the backwoods of Southern Missouri. And when I say backwoods, I mean straight out of Deliverance. Every time we stopped (as the day wore on, we did this less and less) every one and I mean everyone was dressed in camouflage. Every one. There wasn’t a foreign car to be seen. There were no fast food places, only small gas stations along the way. Besides the fact that it was taking so long it really was starting to get scary. Adam who’s always comfortable in his own skin was beginning to get skiddish. We still have no idea why, but we were ready to be back on the highway when we got to Springfield.
It couldn’t have come fast enough.
Of course it was fun to read when we got home about people who’d been stupid enough to follow their GPS’s into snow storms etc. I think I’d take a snow storm over redneck land any day of the week.
As Adam told me, Southern Missouri makes Texas look awesome. I figured it could only get better right?