Day Three: The End of the Rope

I apologize that it has taken a week to post day three of our journey. Truth is, it is a day that we are trying to forget. We left Oklahoma City around 7:30 PST and rolled into Phoenix at about 11pm. The drive was SOOOOOO long. On the bright side, the condition of the road really improved once we got into New Mexico, as did the scenery. Ahhhh red rock. There was seriously nothing to look at for 20 straight hours through Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Texas.

One of our stops was at gas station just west of Albequerque. It felt like the gas shortage of the 1970's considering we had to wait 20 minutes just to get to the pump... at least that's the comment that Breena made. While I was pumping gas and she was inside getting some snacks, apparently there was a fight out back and somebody was stabbed. In broad daylight with dozens of peeps around, probably not the best time to stab somebody. So with all of the traffic of the 1970's gas station, two ambulances and a fire truck rolled up. Then a fight broke out between two peeps trying to get to the gas pump. Ahhhh the west. It's good to be back home.

It was dark when we arrived in Flagstaff. We wanted to stop and watch the second half of the Suns game, but for the life of us we couldn't find a place that would have the game on. Furious and frustrated, we decided to finish off the drive and listen to the game on the radio. Then the sheet hit the fan. The Suns lost. We were too tired and grumpy for the Suns to lose. What a way to cap off our 36 hour drive. Breena was so put out there was smoke coming out of her nostrils.

Anyhoo, here we are and we made it. Barely.

Day Three Summary
Start/Finish: Oklahoma City/Phoenix
# of times we were cutoff by semi drivers: 43
Total Distance: I don't remember
Hours of Driving: like 16