They say Space is big, but the astronomers have clearly never seen Texas.
Today I’ve been piling on the miles (over 400 of them) to get out of the Deep South and its memories and temptations, and make some progress towards the Rockies. Actually most of the miles were in Louisiana, rather than Texas, but now I’m tucked up for the night in Terrell, a small town near Dallas.
Apart from a bit of shopping for essentials, I’ve not done anything today other than drive and eat. I worked my way up the leg of Louisiana’s boot, through Alexandria and Shreveport, then along I20 towards Dallas. If there was anything to see then I missed it, but that’s not surprising given the mileage. Plus it’s an awful long way between towns. The flowers are pretty though.
Swamps have slowly given way to prairie, and downtrodden black people have slowly given way to downtrodden Mexicans, but apart from that it’s the same old McDonalds and the same old Walmart.
The only useful fact I’ve learned today is that every major city in Louisiana seems to have (by dint of embarrassment, possibly) a road dedicated to Martin Luther King. These are usually called something like the Doctor Martin Luther King Junior Memorial Freeway, which I imagine the locals prefer to shorten into something snappier, such as Doctor Luther King Junior Memorial Freeway (as in “Go down Doctor Luther King Junior Memorial Freeway, and if you reach the end of this sentence, you’ve gone too far”).
32°42’14.45″N, 96°16’37.79″W ~420 miles
Today’s sensations: The nagging feeling that someone is expecting me home at any moment and I’m really late. Self-consciousness, from talking to myself out loud in the car. A lingering smell of perfume. A heavy heart adding seriously to the fuel consumption. Sincere gratitude that I wasn’t born in Reliable, Louisiana.