The return home was quite eventful. First, we started by changing our return route to be more on the highway or near civilization since we opted to purchase a trailer to tow behind the motorcycle while we were in Sturgis. Since this was our first time towing a trailer behind a motorcycle, we figured it would be safer to be close to services in case something happened.
The first day (day 15) was uneventful, other than my son calling me and telling me the foggers in the chicken coop were broken (we live in central Texas and our summers see temperatures triple digits daily for months with temperatures about 10-20 degrees warmer than the actual temperature, so we kept a mister for the chickens so they wouldn’t succumb to the heat (along with the water bottles frozen). Anyway, I quickly placed an order on Amazon to be delivered overnight.
Days 16 and 17 were much more exciting (so to speak).
On day 16, Jerry decided to detour off the highway to avoid a toll booth (which I had planned ahead of time and had the money for), just so the GPS would tell us heads towards the middle of nowhere, where after about 30 miles we arrive at a point where we have to make a decision. Either we have to turn around and drive the 30 miles we drove, get back on the highway and go through the toll booth, then drive 30 miles back to where we are now (they had the entrances to the highway blocked due to construction) OR take a dirt/gravel road, for who knows how long, to reach our hotel located 24 km away.
We chose adventure…
12.5 miles of gravel road before it becomes paved again. It was a nice ride for me, not for him. Her asshole was mostly in her throat. I found it quite relaxing LMAO!
Day 17 started with rain, then more rain and lots of rain. The rain lasted across the entire state of Oklahoma.
Once we reached the Texas border, the rain stopped and we were greeted by a horrible blast of hot air. We seemed to have crossed an invisible wall.
We stopped at Waffle House for lunch before continuing, where we were hit by an 18-wheeler (which was passing us, so it clearly saw us and decided its exit was more important than our lives). Fortunately, my husband’s driving skills are excellent.
And since that wasn’t exciting enough for one day, we encountered traffic stops in Fort Worth that lasted about 30 minutes. So we got to cook under the triple digit Texas sun. The rest of the three-hour drive home was stifling. We stopped several times to go into places to have a drink and freshen up.
We were happy to be home!