"We should be in Albuquerque by Saturday night," I told Bernie a couple days ago.
He was the more organized soul: he looked up a map on line and found the estimated time to be something like ten hours, which we really didn't want to do.
Traveling has been cool, but enough road in front of one is just enough. We're feeling a bit abraded by the heat and humidity, and the stupid, ignorant fucking truckers who amuse themselves by trying to pass one another on hills, causing traffic balls-up behind them. One is going 61 mph up the hill, the other 63. The faster one passes, blocking all the cars who are traveling at 75 or 80 mph. It's not just the time; the braking and slowing on uphill grades plays havoc with gas mileage.
However. We launched from Oklahoma City and set as our goal Santa Rosa, New Mexico.
Hurtling through Amarillo, Texas, I mumbled that we were going to end up in Santa Rosa around 12:30 pm -- kind of an early stop. Bernie queried anxiously, "You mean we're making too good of time?"
Well, we were, but thank God we did. When we got to Santa Rosa, it was a dump, and was heavily invested by a huge biker rally weekend. We opted to get back on the road after a hasty snack for lunch.
As it turned out, we had no choice but to make for Albuquerque. By phone I made a reservation for the night; we arrived too early to check in, but by the time we stopped at a WalMart for a small bottle of laundry detergent, our room was ready. It was still a short day compared to most.
The online advice had been 'way off.
It's still hot here, but the humidity is at about 6%, which is unimaginably better than the 95% we left in Arkansas.
Honestly, I didn't manipulate anything to get us to Albuquerque. It just happened.