Here I go again on my own.

Greetings from the Quality Inn of Fort Stockton, Texas!

It's been a week since I left ol' Virginny. Yet only today, on the dawn of a new month, did my journey truly begin. Last weekend I crammed my car to the brim with most of my earthly possessions and early Monday morning, I hit the road. But the first leg of this trip was quite a familiar one. A 12-hour hop, skip, and jump down the beaten path to Louisiana, my home away from home. There I spent another wondiferous week with Shawn. Once again I was reminded of how lucky I am to have him in my life, how I can hardly wait to be with him every day, and how hard it is to tear myself away from him.

This morning, it all had to come to a close one more time, as I bid a very teary goodbye to Shawn, Baton Rouge, and everything east of the Mississippi River. The real journey has begun. I have never driven this far west before, so everything today has been brand spanking new. Although, that's not to say it was incredibly exciting. But it was definitely flat. Flat and brown. Except for the few marvels of modern man that are Houston and San Antonio, where I encountered over- and underpasses grander than I could have ever imagined.

West of San Antonio, things livened up for a little while. Elevation! Trees! Vistas! I've seen places like this in the movies! From a hill-top rest area, I watched the sun set behind the magical new landscape, and then.....monotony. A beautiful view is only beautiful when you can see it. And the towns in West Texas are few and far between. I drove on for about three more hours in close to total darkness - no light pollution, only an occasional blinding headlight. In some places, the radio would seek for 10-15 minutes before finding even one radio station. The 'EMPTY' light glared on the dashboard, but I dared not stop, until finally I coasted into this last outpost of civilization between here and El Paso.

Tomorrow I will arise to complete this near cross-country trek. I anticipate the scenery to be a little more interesting, for at least part of the way - mountains, desert, and I'll actually be able to see Mexico! Then I will settle into my new trailer trash home for the next three months and the adventure begins.

I'm not exactly sure when I will be able to access the intrawebs again, but rest assured I will at some future point. However, if anyone should wish to contact me in a more direct fashion, my cellular phone should still be in service. Additionally, I can heretofore be reached at the following address:


HC02
Box 4602
Roosevelt, AZ 85545


I hope you will pardon the abruptness and lack of witicism in the post, but I have been driving all day and must do so again in a few hours. I hope you all are fabulous, wherever you are, and you should do well to keep me updated on your own goings on.

Off I go, into the Great Blue Yonder, with Whitesnake as my guide!