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Best-laid-plans Dept...
Nov. 18th, 2016 04:20 amWe got out of Houston yesterday around 10:30 am or so, and tooled off, headed west on Interstate 10, with the intention of getting to Fort Stockton and then hanging a right, heading north toward Pecos and onward into New Mexico.
Then Galina took a look at what Google Maps suggested, and in the end, we allowed ourselves to be enchanted into following the route it outlined for us.
There was really nothing wrong with the route, except that it ran through some of the loneliest parts of west Texas, where even small towns were scarce, and of course none of them had any kind of motel or similar that we could discern.
(Actually, that's not really true. By the time we got to the point where we wanted to find a motel, we actually did find a couple, but both of them were no-name operations that gave you the impression that even Norman Bates would hesitate to check in.)
And so it was that we pushed on, and on, and on, until suddenly... we found ourselves in Roswell, New Mexico, just a few miles down the road from a Motel 6.
My phone's carrier is T-Mobile, and there is zero connectivity, so it is still showing me a time that's an hour ahead of local time. (Again, not entirely accurate. The wake-up screen shows the right time, so there must be some connectivity; it's only after I tap in my PIN to get to my home screen that I see the wrong time.)
As it's a little after 4 am, I'm not about to go rummage through Galina's stuff and risk waking her up, but when we went to sleep last night, her phone displayed the same time as mine. An interesting technical conundrum, to be sure.
Being stuck in a car for so long yesterday played merry havoc with my physical state. Stuff hurts. And I don't know when I'll be able to catch up on sleep; I suppose that'll happen in the car, after we set off for Pagosa.
Cheers...
Then Galina took a look at what Google Maps suggested, and in the end, we allowed ourselves to be enchanted into following the route it outlined for us.
There was really nothing wrong with the route, except that it ran through some of the loneliest parts of west Texas, where even small towns were scarce, and of course none of them had any kind of motel or similar that we could discern.
(Actually, that's not really true. By the time we got to the point where we wanted to find a motel, we actually did find a couple, but both of them were no-name operations that gave you the impression that even Norman Bates would hesitate to check in.)
And so it was that we pushed on, and on, and on, until suddenly... we found ourselves in Roswell, New Mexico, just a few miles down the road from a Motel 6.
My phone's carrier is T-Mobile, and there is zero connectivity, so it is still showing me a time that's an hour ahead of local time. (Again, not entirely accurate. The wake-up screen shows the right time, so there must be some connectivity; it's only after I tap in my PIN to get to my home screen that I see the wrong time.)
As it's a little after 4 am, I'm not about to go rummage through Galina's stuff and risk waking her up, but when we went to sleep last night, her phone displayed the same time as mine. An interesting technical conundrum, to be sure.
Being stuck in a car for so long yesterday played merry havoc with my physical state. Stuff hurts. And I don't know when I'll be able to catch up on sleep; I suppose that'll happen in the car, after we set off for Pagosa.
Cheers...
