Charles is driving right now, and we've been on the road for almost nine hours, stopping only for gas and necessary breaks. The title refers to the mileage when I started this post.
The morning got off to a good start, when we met my dear friend Liza and her fiance at Denver airport for tea and coffee. They were just flying in for vacation with her family as we were departing the area. Although the timing for meeting up was good, her vacation dates conflict with our arrival in St. Louis, where they actually live.
As you might expect, there has not been too much excitement today. Eastern Colorado, Kansas, and Oklahoma all pretty much look the same: flat grasslands and cornfields. Kansas was so deserted that we stopped at a completely automated gas station with just pumps and nothing else for miles.
All the sameness of view and our voracious consumption of This American Life episodes led to a feeling that time had stopped...not that it felt slow exactly. The hours passed without our noticing because one episode ran into another with soothing public radio voices as seamless as the landscape. All of a sudden I realized we'd been driving for six hours with only two brief stops.
We have about an hour to go, crashing in Tulsa tonight before heading to Arkansas tomorrow for castles and family!
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