On Thursday, October 11th, the Boyfriend, his mom, the cat, and I piled into the car we packed the night before and hit the road. My oh my was it a full car. Between all our luggage, the cat, and all our necessities, I was doubting the car's ability to move down the street let alone across the country.
We had every intention of leaving by 6 am, but didnt end up leaving until closer to 8 am. By the time we made our way down to Encinitas, the cat was crying up a storm and panting like crazy. We ended up medicating him so he would calm down. It broke my heart to see him so drugged up and confused. It also cracked me up to see him sleeping like this:
Because I had stayed up super late (like until 3 in the morning late) I was running on less than 4 hours of sleep. This posed a MAJOR problem for me because I kept dozing off. I don't have any clue when we ended up in Arizona...but we made our first gas stop and got our first of many gas station meals.
Because I had stayed up super late (like until 3 in the morning late) I was running on less than 4 hours of sleep. This posed a MAJOR problem for me because I kept dozing off. I don't have any clue when we ended up in Arizona...but we made our first gas stop and got our first of many gas station meals.
I don't recall ever seeing a Love's before. We ended up getting a couple of hot dogs and those tornado cheese taquito thingys.
Throughout the drive, there were amazing lightening storms in the distance. Apparently in my narcoleptic state I missed most of the good ones. I also missed when we crossed into Texas, went through the border checkpoint, and portions of Mexico that were visible from the freeway (or is it called highway?? interstate??) The plan was to drive for 12 hours and stop somewhere between home and Mansfield, Texas to sleep for the night.
Like the crazy people we are, we decided to just drive on straight to Mansfield. Man oh man, was that a bad idea....
