I woke at sunrise Friday, September 9th. New Mexico sunrises have
yet to disappoint me. My watch said 5:30. In the distance, I could see
a couple of early-risers out fishing on the lake. I put a quart of oil
in Satori and I was rolling by 6 AM.
I went through Logan and headed for San Jon. It was almost 6:30 when I
got on Interstate 40 eastbound, headed home. Traffic was steady, but not
crowded. Fifteen minutes later, I crossed the border into Texas and the
Central Time Zone. It was a bright, cool morning.
An hour down the road, I pulled over for a pit stop at the Donley County
Rest Area. Unlike the Gray County Rest Area down the road, which highlights
the history of Texas, Donley County highlights the history of Route 66,
complete with maps, displays, and vintage signs. The rest area also had
vending machines, clean bathrooms, and a tornado shelter. A plaque said
that modern superhighways along the original route have ended up 200 miles
longer than the original Route 66. An hour later, I was crossing the border
||It was almost a quarter to 8 when I passed Cadillac Ranch, outside
of Amarillo. I had been planning on eating lunch at the Big Texan, but
it was a little early, so I set that aside for next time.
I got off the highway at Sayre and got $35 worth of gas on the Discover
card. I didnít like using the card, but I was running out of cash. The
sky was completely cloudless. When I got to Oklahoma City, I checked my
wallet and found I had just enough for the toll, so I got on the Turner
Turnpike. Ten minutes down the turnpike, traffic came to a complete stop.
Iíd been making pretty good time up until then. I could see traffic was
backed up all the way over the next hill. Traffic inched forward, and in
20 minutes Iíd made about a mile. Ahead, traffic was merging into the outside
lane, but then cars started merging back to the inside lane. Over the next
hill, traffic cleared up for a mile or so, then backed up again. It turned
out to be a big accident. I passed a tow truck, and down the road at the
Wellston exit, another tow truck was pulling a semi, the whole front end
smashed back to the windwhield.
I paid the $4 outside of Stroud and got to Tulsa about 8 hours after leaving
Ute Lake. I was bleary-eyed and hungry. I noticed gas prices hadnít changed
much. It was almost 5 PM Central Time when I pulled into the driveway.
The family was happy to see me.
Original content (c)opyright 2011 by Tim Frayser
I drove 4,147 miles in 16 days, snapped two rolls of 35mm film and took
851 digital pictures. Thinking back, it was a good trip. I saw most of
what I set out to see, and accomplished most of what I set out to do. I
was proud of my part in advancing the Sandman program. Satori performed
admirably. I contributed supplies to the bar, and what I lacked in bartending
skills I hope I made up in entertainment value.
Change can be difficult, and everybody responds to it according to
their own gifts.
Going through a rite of passage doesn't mean you have to fundamentally
change who you are... but it can give you the opportunity to become the
person you'd like to be.
You move on.
Repeat as necessary.
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