The Last Road Run (Day 3)

The first part of the journey was oh, so so... Drive about 600 miles with one bathroom break in the middle, stop at the planned Motel at about 3 or 4 pm at the latest and get rested for the next day. Getting the dog to do the bathroom break was not as easy as I would have liked it to be. She wouldn't go when she was supposed to and occasionally would fake me out, forcing me to make dangerous stops along the roadway because she smelled a deer or something. This was so uncool. I had to learn fast not to fall for the emergency calls. Mostly though, which is another thing I found strange, because she usually liked car rides so much that she would keep her head out the window, on this trip, she would stay curled up in her spot in the back seat and not seem at all interested in sucking in the air from outside. What a freak of a dog.

Santa Fe Motel 6 was the most beautiful of all the places I stopped. That was the second stop before driving into hell. Into the Texas panhandle and beyond.