Texas to Arkansas

After Grand Canyon, we camped in New Mexico. Nothing very eventful happened, except that we drove through a super creepy town to get to the campsite and I’m fairly certain that every building in it was either a methlab or the home of some crazy old man with a shotgun waiting for an excuse to shoot someone.



On the way to Texas, we stopped at a Chili’s in Albuquerque so that we could watch the world cup final. After a long ass day of driving, we finally got to the campsite we were supposed to be staying at, Palo Duro Canyon State Park. When we went to check in, we got a warning from the park rangers that because of the severe thunderstorms, it was very likely that the campsites would become flooded, and the roads to get out would be closed. They said we could either take the risk of being stranded (also asking us if we had enough food and water to last for a couple of days) or cancel the reservation, get a refund, and try to find somewhere else to stay. The idea of being stranded in Texas is terrifying to me, so it didn’t take too much consideration before decided we should just keep driving. They gave us our money back and we left. It continued to rain, there was some very scary looking lightening, and we think we made a good choice.



Unfortunately, there weren’t many campsites past that one, and definitely not any that we would have been better off at. So we thought about it, and decided to just drive through the night til we got to Arkansas. Why? I don’t really know. But that’s what we did. We left Palo Duro at around 7:30 p.m., (after already having driven about 7 hours that day) and got to our campsite in Arkansas at around 8 o’clock this morning. We made a few stops for gas, coffee, food, and one failed attempt to sleep in the car at a truck stop (it was just too damn creepy).



So here I am, after a short and unsatisfying nap, in Arkansas. It’s fucking hot And humid. And gross. I don’t like it. I’m really upset that we’re going to be here for two days. The end.