Day 1 and 2

We all met at Andrew's house around 5:30. After a word of prayer with one of the elders at our church and packing, repacking, and packing again we finally left. We drove all night, hard miles, but fast moving miles. The first couple states like Ct, NY, Nj, and Penn, blew by and were pretty boring. Then we hit the Bible belt.

The Bible belt was a polar oposite to what we usually see in western mass. There were churches everywhere, giant crosses on the side of the road, and the nicest state troopers. Every stop we made we were well greeted, and welcomed. Simple common courtesy of the south jumps out at you in a way you wouldn't expect.

We drove through the night, through thick fog with no more then 20 ft visibility, all the way till 12 in the afternoon.

We pitched our tent at a state park about 70 miles outside Nashville. We got a call from Andrews parents and my own that a storm was on its way to us. Surely enough moments later we heard the rumble of thunder. We tore down and packed the tent back up just in time for the first rain drops and we were out of there with a full refund.

We made our way through Nashville and non to Memphis. The ride there was slow going due to the intense rain. sometimes forcing us off the highway. We were welcomed to clear and beautiful skies when we hit Memphis though. Memphis was an awesome city, especially the Mississippi River next to it and Beale Street.

The next day we moved on to Little Rock, Arkansas, which was not much to talk about other then the Bill Clinton museum, which we didn't enter due to entrance fees lol.

After that we moved on the Oklahoma City, which was a step down. The site of the Oklahoma City bombing was beautiful in its own way, and a great memorial to the people who lost there lives there.

None the less we kept pushing on to Texas. Following some of the original route 66 through ghost towns, and farm lands. It wasn't much at first, it seemed a little like the pioneer valley back in mass, but the skies were different. Amazing cloud formations and the magnified sun gave it a relaxing feel. We ran into a guy at the gas station who we gave the nickname Mr. Texas, who pointed us to some good spots for pictures. The small town near there was like it was stuck in time, old gas pumps, old trucks and houses.

We finally rested our heads in Amarillo Texas for the night. After such long days we didn't have the energy to walk around which would have been a waste after driving through the next day.

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