This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. Station Identification Standard Disclaimer. Snippets Escort Duty. Search for:. Imagine my surprise when I crossed the Sabine and Pearl Rivers multiple times apiece on the same day. The city fathers of Houston need to be told that the census is over.
They can stop blocking travelers on the freeway in an attempt to pump up their numbers for representation. For some reason, after directing me to drive directly across Houston, the magical elf box in the car advised me to get off of I and drive around Beaumont, Texas. This put me on a path through Port Arthur and other out of the way spots. Not complaining, mind you. I do have to ask, though: How bad is traffic in Beaumont that I got warned off, but Houston was tolerable to the navigation software?
While sitting in the traffic jam across the Mississippi River, I noticed that the bridge was humming and moving rather rhythmically.
On this trip, deer were most common. Occasionally, I saw a coyote frozen to the side of the road. In Oklahoma, I saw several armadillos, which was probably not good for whatever hit it. Nothing, however, will ever compare to the eldritch abominations I saw on the elevated sections of the highway in Louisiana. As part of my trip, I pledged to get the Young Prince a few tee shirts as souvenirs. Apparently, she still bleeds Kentucky Wildcat blue to some degree.
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