Trish took the time to drive me around and show me the new stuff, and the little old stuff that remained. We drove by our old homes in Midwest City, and both looked good and well cared for. Another friend, Cheryl, came over and had a sleep over with us on Saturday night, and we spent hours reminiscing and reminding each other of old friends - and "where are they now?" It was so nice to relax and spend time catching up with old friends.
Monday morning I headed out again, heading west toward Amarillo. It was a beautiful drive. The rolling hills were several shades of green - the sage brush, the roadside grass, and the shrubs dotting the fields. It was pretty easy to tell which way the wind normally blows. All the trees,whether they were grouped together in a gully, gathered protectively around a homestead, or standing alone in the field, all leaned the same way. Made me chuckle. As I crossed from Texas into New Mexico, the scenery became dull and brown. Flat fields of dry scrub, an occasional brown bush, no trees, and a long, long straight road that seemed to go on forever. I finally made it to Albuquerque, where I had planned to spend the night. Normally, I just drive along looking for a Motel 6 or some other inexpensive hotel along the highway and pull in for the night. But that was not possible here! Traffic was so fast, and of course everyone else knew where they were going, and which of the four lanes of traffic they wanted to be in. I swept along with everyone else until I felt as though I was heading out the other side of the city. I decided to take the next exit no matter what. Once I was off the highway, I found a Best Western - little more pricey that I was used to, but it was welcome after a long hot day.
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