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Natalie and I got on the road yesterday at daybreak and endured the hills of west Texas, as their sweeping undulations played merry havoc with our mileage. We had been getting about 30 mpg up to leaving Fort Stockton, but that number dropped by about 50%, which I found surprising.
Interstate 10 turned into mostly a stop-and-go parking lot east of San Antonio, and it was simply luck that caused us to seek gas at the point where we could take the intersecting highway (I forget the number) and head south and east, eventually arriving in Rosenberg, from where we took Interstate 59 north to Beltway 8 and home.
Today was one prodigious game of catch-up, in virtually all departments.
The highlight was a game of chess with Natalie. I won, but she made me work for it.
Cheers...
Interstate 10 turned into mostly a stop-and-go parking lot east of San Antonio, and it was simply luck that caused us to seek gas at the point where we could take the intersecting highway (I forget the number) and head south and east, eventually arriving in Rosenberg, from where we took Interstate 59 north to Beltway 8 and home.
Today was one prodigious game of catch-up, in virtually all departments.
The highlight was a game of chess with Natalie. I won, but she made me work for it.
Cheers...
