We're spending Saturday night in Gallup, New Mexico. Just got off the exercise bike here at the Inn so I am still panting and writing fast. We sort of slept in Pratt, Kansas, last night.
We swept through the windy Great Plains states on the bias, turning the Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico pages of the Rand McNally Atlas like a New York Times best seller. Gas is so cheap we admired the sexy SUVs and Winnebago rigs and thought about our future.
Yes, it's flat and boring and alone. That's why you've got a CD player. The prairie preachers and the right wing talkers dominate the radio waves, but no matter. We screeched out the BeeGees falsetto riffs like Vienna Choir Boys, then swapped for Willie when we hit the Texas border.
It was a hard day, we're tired now and will sleep late on our double doubles. Tomorrow we'll be home in Arizona with plenty of time left for vespers at Our Lady of Guadalupe.
