Through The Dirty Windshield...

at seventy-five plus miles per hour is an excellent way to take photos.  I have a lot of pictures but will spare you from most.  I contorted and stretched to acquire some of these as we flew past. Andrew helped take photos too.  I'll see more reviewing photos than I did driving through. I am grateful for the opportunity to ride the Hubby-driven Southwest Express Truck.

Arkansas Highway

Arkansas River

And the journey began.

Things I learned or remembered:

Hubby does not travel well.

We have an equal level of temper and bullheadedness.

We are both equally right...or wrong.

The degree of tiredness relates directly to unkind words and wrong turns.

In the end we do come home together.

In the end the unkind words and discomfort are forgotten.

In the end we erroneously think, Hey, that wasn't so bad!  Next year we'll...