Bells in Texas

... So after we make it through the wasteland known as Kansas, we made our way to Ohhhhhk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain. Where the waving wheat, can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right before the rain.... you get the picture. (I played the role of Curley my senior year of high school).

Oklahoma was not that grand. In fact OK City was quite a dump. We drove for a long time looking for a suitable place to find a clean restroom. We must have seen about 8 Conoco stations that were extremely dilapidated to the point of almost looking like a third-world country. But we perservered and made it through without catching any diseases.

When we finally made it to the Red River valley we grew very excited about finally making to the great state of Texas. It was only about an hour after we entered Texas that we finally arrived in the Big D. It was actually quite strange the way that the atmosphere changed once we crossed the border. It may have just been psychological, but it seemed bigger and more exciting. Of course, it doesn't take much to be bigger and exciting than Oklahoma. But at least in Oklahoma, we didn't almost get stuck on the Lost Highway of Kansas. ;)

When we finally arrived at the Austin Ranch located in The Colony (name of the suburb), we were ready to get out of the car. So was Murphy. In total, it took a little over 14 hours for the entire trip. And that was with a strong headwind, driving 55 mph for a while, and stopping.

It felt really good to get out and stretch. We were there. We found the building where Jessica's apartment was located and proceeded to unload.