On July 5th, We got in the car and headed out of Mobile, northwest towards the Mississippi border on a beautiful hilly drive towards Biloxi and then into Louisiana. This part of the trip was uneventful, even though it was just myself, Halley and Hillary driving on relatively flat land straight-west towards Texas. We passed the town of Mound, Louisiana and made it a point to snap a picture of the sign. As we approached Texas we got hungry for dinner and made the decision, later regrettable and today unthinkable, to stop at a Mexican restaurant for fajitas, nachos and a drink. An hour later we got to the car and we were both sleepy as hell. The only logical thing to do was keep driving until we couldn't anymore, although I had hoped we would make it as far as the panhandle by the time we got tired. This almost happened, mainly due to Hillary driving my car which was made difficult by the fact she couldn't drive stick, at least from first gear. When I got us to Dallas and headed north on route 287, I helped Hillary take over driving which worked well for a couple hours of needed rest. She got us to a gas station near the Oklahoma border but the drive back onto the road was a disaster, with one side of our highway raised from paving but she veered onto the other side and caught in the middle of her mistake, panicked. Tired but startled, I awoke and got her on the right side of the road before pulling into an abandoned gas station and calling it a night. We slept for a while before awaking to the early morning Texas heat and coupled with the lack of air conditioning or civilization, we had no other choice but to head back on the road, hungry and tired.
Coming across a McDonalds in Amarillo, just before breakfast ended was a good sign and we continued northward until we hit Dumas (dumbass?) and headed west on 87, nearly clipping the far left corner of Oklahoma's panhandle to route 56 in New Mexico, which led to one of the greatest driving experiences of my life. A view that was unparalleled as we rose up and down flowing hills, grassland on each side and no more than 5 cars seen over the course of the next hour. I roared through New Mexico at 90mph and faster when possible, my eyes set on arriving at Cimarron, New Mexico, home of Philmont Scout Ranch.
|Leg 5: 1,191 Miles|
|Heck's, home of the 1/2 pound burger|