The beginning and the end of the beginning of our trip

2008 New Mexico Summer Tour Day 1

For the next several posts, I hope to bore you with details.  

4:30 a.m.  mdt  Get up.  Seek caffeine.  Dress myself.  Put perishable food into van fridge.

5:00 mdt  Move sonars to van one at a time in the dark, hoping they don’t wake or at least go back to sleep in a calm, quiet reverie.  (Ha)

5:10 mdt  Leave house for the second time.  All sonars are awake.

7:00 mdt  First sonar goes back to sleep after minor skirmish over pillow touching.

7:15 mdt  Last sonar goes back to sleep.

7:30 mdt  Commuter traffic in downtown San Antonio.  Regretting route as partner drives and I stitch turtle pieces.  

7:45 (yes, still a.m.) mdt  First sonar wakes again followed closely by second.  They are hungry.  I toss muffins at them as Partner dodges “drivers” who are texting, eating breakfast, and applying makeup whilst driving 800 miles per hour on the San Antonio highways.  

8-ish  My first turn to drive and the end of my specific memory about most of the day.  

I do recall that at noon we ate pbj in a truckstop parking lot in Fort Stockton, Texas, alongside some bikers who had this bright yellow “Big Bird” bike.  

I recall that I finished stitching together Sonar X3’s new turtle, except for eyes.  It is super-cool. 

Here’s a shot of it naked.

I probably should have warned you that there would be adult content in today’s blog.  

I also recall that we ate dinner at Farley’s in Roswell, New Mexico.  Go there.  To Roswell, I mean.  (I’ll tell you about Farley’s in another post.)  The alien lampposts are the best.  

From Roswell to the old homestead should have taken a smidge over three hours, but instead involved three pee breaks and took a bit longer than that.  

All sonars gamely stayed awake and sniped at each other (mostly about pillows again—note to self: no pillows on next driving trip) after what was a pretty bicker-free day.  

At arrival minus 25 minutes (San Pedro on I-40) the first sonar fell asleep.  

At arrival minus 20 minutes (The big I, aka the intersection of I-25 and I-40) the second sonar fell asleep.

At arrival minus 3 minutes (Alameda and Coors) the last sonar fell asleep.  

I thought briefly about trying to keep them awake all the way to the end, but I was so relieved to have a teeny bit of quiet in the car as we soaked up the lights of Albuquerque that I just couldn’t do it.  

9:30 p.m. mdt  We arrived safely at our destination and after many hugs and a little dancing, we fell into bed and slept deep un-car-vibratey sleeps.  Hallelujah.  

Comments

[Drythe]

Sorry about the pillow idea :)

Love,
Drythe