After an epically (although not particularly unusual) late start last night, we drove about 3 freaking miles to a hotel where we all proceeded to melt down, down, down. Dinner, a swim, and a bath followed by a good night's sleep had us and about and on the road feeling somewhat better today.
Not the best start to an epic adventure, but so it goes. Three miles is three miles when you've got 678,909 to go, right?
Today was all about driving, Starbucks, travel Scrabble (oh Cory, I'm soooo rusty), the Kindle, music, and miles and miles of Texas.
I'm interested to see how this IPhone Blogger thing works.
I have no idea if the pictures will show up or what font you might see or anything, really.
All I do know is DO NOT attempt to use the drive-through at Starbucks when driving an F-350 and towing a pop-up camper.
And if you choose to do it twice, against your wife's strong advice, well, good luck with the rest of your day there buddy.
Party on, Wayne.