Day Fifteen – Georgetown, TX to Amarillo, TX

Today began on a sad note as we said goodbye to MeMaw, Pepaw, Auntie Shawna and cousin Sadie. Many tears flowed.

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Who can keep a straight face when MeMaw does her pouty face?

I’ll say this for it: Texas is big. Today was our longest day of driving that we’ll do on our journey. 495 miles and about 8 and a half hours including three stops. Though Dana prefers to drive most of the time, we took turns today. We’ve kind of been dreading this leg of the trip mostly because people have talked so much crap about how there’s nothing there except dust and cellphone dead zones. Though the trip took all day, we found plenty of interesting things. Here is a partial list:

  • Prairie

prairie

  • A dead armadillo
  • A Texas Ranger eating a Blizzard (P.S. not sexy; pale and pudgy)
  • Two donkeys getting busy (we thought it was a bison at first, or a hunchback horse.)
  • Wind turbines

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  • Several Historical Markers

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  • A town called Rising Star
  • A crapload more wind turbines
Make no mistake, that is not Sean Penn in the back seat, but she is developing a similar disdain for photographs.

Make no mistake, that is not Sean Penn in the back seat, but she is developing a similar disdain for photographs.

  • The birthplace of Buddy Holly (well, the city of Lubbock)
Speaking of Crickets, there were two giant ones in our hotel...

Speaking of Crickets, there were two giant ones in our hotel…

  • Turbine blades being transported on three flatbed trucks. Those things are HUGE.
  • Stink Creek Road
  • A town called Happy

The Small One was not too demonic today. She mostly listened to Junie B Jones and watched some episodes of Oswald. I bribed her with ice cream to use the potty at Dairy Queen.

The Dairy Queen of Comanche, Texas.

The Dairy Queen of Comanche, Texas.

About 70 miles from Lubbock, the scenery changed, and became what I can’t help but think of as “The Big Empty.” I mean, it’s not North Dakota ugly, and it’s certainly evocative of all the cowboy movies we’ve ever seen, but it was as if someone had applied a dusty filter over the landscape. Not one of the dozens of photos we took capture it adequately.

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We stopped in Lubbock because–TA-DA!–it’s the halfway point on our journey. Mileage-wise, when we arrived in Lubbock we had the same number of miles ahead of us as behind us: 2,482 to be exact.

And that brings us to another milestone: The conclusion of Week Two on the road. So, here are some stats:

Hotels slept in: 8

Diet Cokes drunk: approximately 84

Theme parks visited: 3

Miles driven: 3,217.4 (this includes the back and forth sightseeing mileage which we’re not counting in our calculation of the halfway point)

Times Dana has shaven: 0

Tonight, we sleep in Amarillo. It may be psychological, but I think it smells like manure. Tomorrow: Route 66!

 

 

 

 

 

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