We only drove about 580 miles today, which is a far cry from what Dad wanted us to get. He’d not switched us over to Mountain Time last night, which meant that by the end of the day, we’d gotten hours lost and mixed up. Plus, I think he just doesn’t want to admit that he’s not driving as fast as he thought we would be.
Still, we’re 1/3rd of the way done. We didn’t hit Cheyenne tonight, but are instead in Rock Springs, Wyoming. Oddly enough, my uncle might be here, too – he works oil, and right now the fields are in full production mode. That, combined with the Real Life, Honest to Goodness Working Rodeo (yes, so impressed I capitalized) Roundup going on right now meant hotel rooms were hard to find. Still, we did it.
I’m planning on more than 5 hours of sleep tonight (ahem, Michael and Laurie :p ), so should be better to drive tomorrow. So long as the rest of me holds out, which is questionable at the moment – my god I’m sore!
The cats are doing well, and my father and I have settled into a comfortable level of snippiness combined with information across the walkie talkies. Unfortunately, I hear that the flat out gorgeous scenery we had today goes away when we hit Nebraska, tomorrow, and it becomes flat, monotonous, and thoroughly boring.
I bought two books on tape, and I might see about buying an Audible account before bed,…