Return Roadtrip!™ Day Three: "You Can't Beat Old"

Tucumcari, New Mexico - Tulsa, Oklahoma

We woke to thick fluffy snow on the car. If the snow had been pancakes, they would have been delicious! We overheard breakfast conversations about car accidents, fatalities, and highway closures. So, when we hit the road, we were alert and careful.

It was a two-hands-and-two-eyes on the road kind of day.

Driving through Amarillo, we saw a full-size fire truck at the side of the road. Wheels up. We figure it may have been heading to some kind of early morning emergency call, and "lost it". East of Oklahoma City, we saw two wrecked cars. It looked as if one had run into the other. Everybody, slow down! (And what's with the cars and trucks that don't have their lights on in bad weather, hello, knock-knock!

Gotta tell you about something that happened on day two. At one point on our drive through New Mexico, I noticed that trucks ahead of us were spitting up stones that were flying up and hitting us. Usually when this happens I look to see what kind of cargo they are carrying. In this case, I couldn't see any kind of "leakage". So we soldiered on. A few miles later, we saw a U-Haul truck travelling on the paved side of the road, and going slowly. As we drove by it, it spray a huge amount of stones, stones that were where they should be, at the side of the road and out of the way of traffic. I shouted out something that I think perhaps was not entirely sanctified. Here this poor soul probably thought that he was doing us all a favour, when in fact he was wrecking our paint jobs.

And, as it turns out, our windshields. I noticed today we now have an unintended souvenir of our return trip -- a chip in our windshield.

There's a moral there about unintentional sin, how it is inevitable as we go about our daily life on earth. Grabbing the parking spot that someone else had their eye on, running over someone's foot with the supermarket cart, that sort of thing. But, I'm on the road and don't have time to develop the sermon. Suffice it to say, "forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us".

We arrived in Tulsa, windshield chip and all, and hooked-up with our old friends Jeff and Gail Monroe, from Tulsa and ORU (Oral Roberts University) days. When it comes to friends, you can't beat old!

So, here's to friends, old and new, including those I have met over the internet as a result of this blog.

Approximate distance (safely) travelled: 800 km.