I only took one picture on the way home. I definitely bit off more than I could chew with a 9 a.m. photo assignment for work Monday morning, but I pushed myself to the limit to get home.
Besides just about dying in the middle of Arkansas and swerving all over the road in Illinois the ride was OK.
I pulled off near Blytheville, Ark., after waking up driving north in the southbound lane. Normally I have a gradual feeling of tiredness, but this just kept hitting me all night. I stopped at a gas station and slept in the car for about an hour-and-a-half before waking up and hitting the road for some more stupid driving.
I honestly don’t remember driving through Missouri.
This photo of the giant cross along Interstate 57 in Effingham is out of focus, but I think it’s what best tells the story of my drive. Blurry… the whole drive was a blur.
I got home at 7:30 a.m., just in time to sleep for about 45 minutes and then go to work.
The trip was a blast, but I definitely should have stretched it out by a couple of days. 34+ hours in a car in three days was a stupid choice… but I’m glad I did it.
I am so angry with you right now!!! What were you thinking? I hope Mallory kicked your butt. Do you think I want to have to deal with my daughter if you get yourself killed? Promise me no more trips like that.
I know, I know…