This morning we left Tulsa at around 8:30 am. We packed our stuff and loaded it back into the car, then went over and woke our son and said good bye. I almost cried, but he told me not to. I wont see him again till this summer or the next time he is able to come out. I don't know when it will be. He is all by himself, I think if he had someone there with him, it may not hurt so much. I know that after my oldest, Andy got married, I was more OK leaving him. I still hurt to leave him, but at least he wasn't alone.
Anyway, we took off for Roswell. We were going to stop in Amarillo, but decided to keep going and save a day. All we wanted was to get to Roswell for tonight. Right off the bat, we took the wrong exit, of course. We had to get on a turnpike, but the turnpike wasn't marked east OR west, and we took the east one, and we should have taken the west one. So, 1.50 in tolls, and we were turned around and heading the right way. First driving fight for the day. I wanted to throw the directions at John and make him read them. But I didn't, I kept being the navigator. This happened a couple times, because we were not familiar with were we were going.
We got through Oklahoma, then through Texas. We were driving along, going toward Hereford Texas, when all of a sudden, we couldn't breath. The overwhelming aroma of ammonia just about blinded us. I wanted John to drive faster, but the police in Texas aren't very nice, or so we heard, so we held our breath and drove the speed limits. There were feed lots all through this town, and each feed lot had a couple thousand cows. What makes people think we need to clone these animals? There is no cattle shortage going on, believe me. These critters are multiplying.
Finally, we were out of Hereford, and started passing cotton fields. I have never seen cotton fields before, although they grow in California. but as we were driving by one field, the cotton was being harvested. Huge machines were driving up and down the fields and pulling the cotton off the plants ands separating it from the plant part. Then, a little further down the road, was humongous bales of cotton sitting in the field. They were the size of trailers. I have never seen anything like this. If i wasn't so amazed at what I was seeing, i would have been taking pictures.
It was a 9 hour drive into Roswell, but we finally made it. We got a room, then went looking for the Mexican food restraint John had found on the Internet that was supposed to be here in Roswell. It was supposed to be about 9 miles down the road. So we took off on the search, in the dark, in a town we had never been to. Of course, the place wasn't there, so we decided to head on back, but John had his heart set on Roswell Mexican food. So we drove, and searched, and drove and finally, as we got up next to our hotel, there was a restaurant called Tia Juannas. Really, it was just next to the next hotel. We drove 16 miles to eat one block away. The comedy on this trip continues.
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