Day 3 has been a grind. After a more or less relaxed evening at the very nice La Quinta in Vidor we hit the road for yet another very long day. As you drive mile after endless mile you notice repeating patterns of businesses. It seemed almost every exit off of I-10 had a Whataburger and Waffle House.
I don’t get Waffle House. You see them everywhere in the south. They are always, plain, generic, basically shitty looking buildings. But that isn’t the strange thing. You would think with as many as there are, they must do a great business somehow? Not that I can tell. I literally never see anyone at these shacks. It must be a front for the mafia or something.
Another thing I have been surprised with during our 1700 mile journey so far is just how many vehicles wind up on the side of the road with flat tires. I literally have seen at least a couple dozen, easy. I am praying the van stays flat free. I have no idea if the thing even has a spare, a jack or a tire iron, I never bothered to check, my bad.
Our drive today covered about the same distance as yesterday. Early on we went through the urban areas of Houston and the San Antonio areas. I wasn’t impressed at all. Then again I don’t know if I am ever impressed driving through cities. The overpasses stacked one on top of each other, various run down, visual blight everywhere and the endless crush of strip malls, restaurants and the human beings to frequent them all just is a big turn off for me.
It was interesting as we traveled west, the gradual changes we would witness. It went from green, mostly flat and boring to green and some hills, to less green and more, bigger hills, to mostly brown with large hills, small mountains and plateaus everywhere you turned.
The speed limit in the middle of Texas on I-10 jumps up to 80 mph. For a very long time I kept the van at 70 even though I had the green light to push it farther. Then with about 200 miles to go to our stopping point I decided to push through the 73-76mph shaking region and go up to 80 where things settled back down. 70 was nice, 80 was better. Going up to 80 knocked 20 minutes of the projected arrival time at our destination, over the span of an entire day, that extra 10 mph would have easily shaved an hour off the days driving.
We got to the motel and I was underwhelmed. Yea it is clean enough, has internet, takes pets and offers continental breakfast. But after the near luxury accommodations of the night before, this just seems blah and it is costing me the same. On top of that, there appears to be a lot of truckers here and I have seen more than a couple individuals walking or in some cases, staggering around that appeared shady. I’m glad the van is parked under a bright light if you know what I mean.
Nicki still hasn’t eaten a meal since we left Florida. She has been getting by on dog treats. She did something similar when we drove up to PA last year.
Ali and I are getting burned out on “travel food”. We have hit Subway three or four times, a Quiznos, Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. Getting out of my normal eating routine never makes me feel good.
So we have about 380 miles to go. I called Dad and let him know we would be rolling in later in the day tomorrow. We are in no rush to get out of here tomorrow. It’s funny how sitting on your ass all day in a vehicle makes you tired.