The Long Drive Home

We left Albuquerque around 6:30 am on Wednesday. Clara did remarkably well the entire trip. We stopped for an early lunch in Clovis, NM, and a short stop in Grandpa's old stomping ground for a picture just for Grandpa. Muleshoe boasts a large monument to a noble creature. You guessed it, the mule. If you can read the inscription on the sign, it really makes you feel for the guy. He really got the short end of the stick, didn't he? I think he should replace the eagle as our national symbol. He deserves it.



Clara really didn't like the noble mule, though.

We got gas in Lubbock and I drove from Lubbock to Abilene. We hit a park in Abilene so Clara could burn off some energy and got an early dinner and gas there as well. We decided to cut through Waco and College Station instead of going up to Dallas. We had never driven that way and it was a very nice drive. We only stopped one more time for gas and to stretch our legs a few miles before Bryan. After that, Clara started getting cranky and it took a good 15 minutes of singing and rubbing her leg to get her to calm down and go to sleep. She slept until we got home, around midnight.

As we got closer to Houston, I could see the humidity hanging in the air under the lights on the interstate. It was a lovely sight to behold. Wonderful, natural, moisture; no more relying on a plastic frog to pump out my moisture. No siree. That was when I knew I was home.

The next day, Clara was a little toot, which was to be expected. We picked the dogs up and just took it easy. She'd doing better now, but she's still being a little more ornery than usual. I think with Chris being home and things just being a little up in the air and not what she's used to, she senses something is up, but she's definitely enjoying having Daddy home.