We left town at 4 a.m. on July 17. I hadn't made it to bed the night before, my sleep a casualty of procrastination plus Jacob's last baseball game. Of course he had an 8:00 game the night before we left! I chased Jeff to bed around midnight so that at least one of us could safely drive the first shift. I actually think I could have managed for a few hours, but once he claimed the driver's seat I was out, waking up four hours later around Kansas City.
|Daniel teaching Jacob how to play Magic.|
|Colorado: not quite as colorful as Jacob's outfit.|
We continued on our way west hoping for better luck in the next town, but the atlas showed that town was even smaller. Some nervous googling showed that there was, indeed, a gas station in Eads, and since we were pretty much screwed if the next town didn't have gas, we turned around. The fuel gauge read 6 miles til empty when we pulled into the address yp.com had listed. There may have been a gas station there 20 years ago, but there certainly isn't anymore.
Jeff asked a trucker in the lot if there were any gas stations in town. "No, this is it. This is the old west, man...you gotta be prepared."
Thankfully there was a gift shop/information booth next door, where the proprietor directed us towards a gas station about a mile away. Saved! Our tank didn't go below half full for the rest of the trip.
|Home, sweet home on night 1.|