1,500 Miles Later...
IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF LEWIS & CLARK, Chapter 12: IN WHICH WE LET THE CATS OUT OF THE BAG
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Snow-coated wipers |
Finally skies cleared and we began seeing much more green as we neared Salina and headed south on I-35 toward Oklahoma City. Our logging 700 or so miles a day to get home by our return date is finally beginning to take its toll. Why else would it be so irritating when I couldn’t get a box to fit where I wanted it to behind the front seat?
We reached Edmond, Oklahoma, and checked into a hotel at 9 p.m., after finally deciding we weren’t going to push into Atlanta (almost 1,000 miles) tomorrow. Whew! We can definitely tell we’re not 30 years old anymore.
On Saturday, we left Edmond, Oklahoma, just north of Oklahoma City at 8 a.m. in the rain, which continued with us much of the morning. Exhausted, we drove the 500 miles to Memphis and found a hotel for the night. For the first time on this trip, we had dinner at a restaurant—Bennigan’s. It was less than a success. When I ordered a gardenburger (meaning meatless), the waiter brought me a big beefy burger with lettuce and tomato.
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Racing through from state to state |