I finally arrived in Prescott, Arizona at 5 PM yesterday, after driving more than two days.
I left Columbus after work Friday evening, taking I-71 south. I passed through Cincinnati and Louisville, Kentucky before getting on I-65 south, which took me through Nashville, then I-40 west, which went through Memphis. Unfortunately, it was dark the entire time I was in Kentucky and Tennessee. I stopped for the night at a Holiday Inn Express an hour and a half east of Little Rock, Arkansas.
Saturday morning I entered Texas, where I would be for the next 700 miles or so. Around one o’clock, I stopped at a restaurant a few hours east of Dallas called the Pitt Grill, where I ordered a country steak with gravy, home fries, toast, and vegetable soup. The country steak was covered in an obscene amount of gravy and the toast with an obscene amount of butter. After the meal I took a little walk around a nearby neighborhood to stretch my legs and I swear I could feel more congestion in my heart than usual.
Dallas-Fort Worth is the ugliest, most sprawling metro area I’ve been through in my life. It probably spanned 50 miles. The highways are wide and crowded, with signs for retail stores and fast food joints on either side. I expected it to be sort of in the desert, but the terrain reminded me more of Oklahoma – brown grass and dense forests of black, craggly trees.
The scenery didn’t change much the rest of the day. The forests became less dense, but it still wasn’t the desert. I stopped at a BBQ place near Abilene for another heart-congealing meal. Like the restaurant I had lunch at, most of its patrons seemed to be locals and they were all really chummy with each other. I got great service at both places.
That night I stopped at another Holiday Inn Express west of Midland, Texas. When I woke up I realized I had entered the desert at some point the night before. I was surrounded by beautiful desert scenery the rest of the trip.
I was pulled over for speeding in El Paso. I was going 89 in a 70 zone, but in my defense the speed limit had just dropped from 80. The Texas state trooper who pulled me over seemed more wary than the cops in Ohio. After I stopped, she walked to about six feet behind my window to tell me to get out of my car, instead of letting me stay in my car the whole time. She told me to stand on the shoulder ten feet away while she peered through my windows for contraband. She was polite, however, asking me about my trip and telling me to make sure I get a full night’s sleep.
I zipped through New Mexico pretty fast, stopping only for a McDonald’s lunch, a U.S. Border Control checkpoint, and to take these pictures from the top of a hill near a rest area:
I actually enjoyed the drive until the very end. Before leaving, I burned 10 good mix CDs that, along with the scenery, kept me entertained. I was excited every morning to get on the road. Around Tucson, however, I finally got sick of being in my car. The length of the trip was starting to take its toll: a strip of my neck was sunburned from my passenger window being open, the floor was covered with litter, including a mushy half-eaten banana from the Holiday Inn’s complimentary breakfast, and there was even a callus on my right foot from where it was resting on the floor. I had listened to all of my CDs, some more than once, and I wasn’t finding anything good on the radio. I started to wish that I could just teleport myself to my destination and skip everything in between.
Unfortunately, around this time it started raining pretty hard. Probably because I was in the desert, it would rain really hard for a little bit and then it would abruptly get sunny again. There was also a lot of traffic on the highway between Tucson and Phoenix.
In Phoenix, it started raining really, really hard. So hard I almost pulled over at an exit to wait it out. But before I could do that, the rain stopped again.
I didn’t stop to give Tucson and Phoenix a close look, but I thought they were better looking cities than they get credit for. Just from the highway I saw a lot of bold, colorful, southwestern-style architecture.
After Phoenix I got on Arizona Highway 69, which curved through some mountains towards Prescott. Scott had warned me a few hours before that it was snowing there, and sure enough, once I got high enough it was.
* I think President Obama should hold a special press conference to inform the American people that the left lane is for PASSING ONLY.
* I saw more Texas state flags than American flags in Texas.
* I was surprised how many cars have TVs in them now, especially minivans.
* I read a New York Times article about how Arizona closed most of its rest areas to trim the budget, and the locals are pissed, and sure enough every rest area I passed was closed. Not that it mattered to me, there were plenty of gas stations and other places to stop.
* I don’t agree with its politics, but I’m glad Texas is part of the U.S.A. It has a strong character and attitude.