We were on the road. Sunscreen – check. Wallets – check. Checks – check.
We didn’t know how much fun was in store, but we were sure it would be bearable. After hour 20 we weren’t so sure. Now you I know I can get my roadtrip on. Daunting? Never. Scary? Mary please. But that was before we tried to fit two king-sized men into a mid-sized, standard cab, no-console, bench-seat, bouncy truck.
Oh my God. Can we book a stage coach next time? Can we? It would be far better than this. Riding a pogo stick would be less bouncy.
This, was Texas Torture. But, we made it. More to come.