After bidding Wentworth a fond farewell, Adam and I hit the road. We set our internal compasses heading due west and hopped onto I-10 toward the Pacific Ocean. With a goal of making it to California in time for the start of my emergency medicine rotation at USC/LA County Hospital, we put the pedal to the floor. In just a few hours, we were ready for lunch in San Antonio. The strategic stop also allowed us to Remember the Alamo.
While humming the tune to "Davy Crockett," we toured the grounds and snapped a couple pics for the memory books. We even stepped across the line Lt. Col. William Barret Travis drew in the sand to see who was "prepared to give their lives in freedom's cause." Then we continued on our way, attempting to make a larger dent in the 1,547-mile journey.
We soon discovered that gas stations in central and west Texas were few and far between. After a slight miscommunication between driver and co-pilot, we found ourselves literally sweating our way to the next gas station in
Bakersfield, TX (where the entire town consisted of an exit ramp and two fuel pumps). Just after dark, we settled into our hotel in Las Cruces, NM. We stretched our legs and even took a relaxing soak in the hot tub. Who knew sitting still for so long would be so exhausting?!
After bidding Wentworth a fond farewell, Adam and I hit the road. We set our internal compasses heading due west and hopped onto I-10 toward the Pacific Ocean. With a goal of making it to California in time for the start of my emergency medicine rotation at USC/LA County Hospital, we put the pedal to the floor. In just a few hours, we were ready for lunch in San Antonio. The strategic stop also allowed us to Remember the Alamo.
While humming the tune to "Davy Crockett," we toured the grounds and snapped a couple pics for the memory books. We even stepped across the line Lt. Col. William Barret Travis drew in the sand to see who was "prepared to give their lives in freedom's cause." Then we continued on our way, attempting to make a larger dent in the 1,547-mile journey.
We soon discovered that gas stations in central and west Texas were few and far between. After a slight miscommunication between driver and co-pilot, we found ourselves literally sweating our way to the next gas station in Bakersfield, TX (where the entire town consisted of an exit ramp and two fuel pumps). Just after dark, we settled into our hotel in Las Cruces, NM. We stretched our legs and even took a relaxing soak in the hot tub. Who knew sitting still for so long would be so exhausting?!
2 comments:
Great post, Annie Oakley - so relieved that you didn't run out of gas! I know you will always Remember the Alamo AND this 1,547-mile road trip. Also very glad Adam is doing most of the driving...
Sounds like the start of quite the road trip. Glad Adam was with you!
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