|It might not look cold, but I suffered for this photograph!|
|It may be a crappy picture but it's a picture of a trolley which is relevant to the story.|
|That ranch looking dip is called "creamy dill," and it's amazing! The other one is "voodoo," it just tastes like generic hot sauce.|
Full I ventured back out into cold Little Rock, I took a small detour over to the riverside, which was pretty, but colder, so I hurried back to my car. Getting frustrated that the weather had reeked such havoc on my plans, I changed course and headed towards Oklahoma. On my last trip I had forewent the extra miles to visit Oklahoma because I was sick of driving, today I had missed skirting through Missori due to the weather, and I was determined to not miss another state. So for the first time since beginning the trip I left the interstate highway and took the back roads. The scenery is much more exciting on the backroads, but the time commitment was not a viable option thus far on the trip. The farmland of western Arkansas stretched on for miles, by this point my mind had become numb to the idea of driving. After awhile looking at the same landscape just becomes a blur, and then you’re in Oklahoma. I pulled into a small town in search of food, apparently there was only one restaurant, which was closed, and a McDonalds. I grabbed some chocolate covered pretzel, which my mom had made me for the trip, from the trunk and coaxed myself on to Texas. The sun was setting as I crossed the border, the landscape steadily became more sparse, until finally it was just fields and darkness. The stars hung bright in the sky, so bright that at first I thought they were lights from radio towers or aircraft. Soon the sparse darkness gave way to the sprawling outskirts of Dallas. I stopped and grabbed a fast food burger and used the break to find lodgings. I would be staying on the west side of Dallas, a additional hour drive to my already 15 hour day.
|Look how straight that road is...now imagine that for like 500 more miles.|
I opened the door of the car and was instantly assaulted with the sound of hundreds of birds, it sounded like a pet store, like hundreds of parakeets were vying for my attention. I looked up into the tree to discover they were inundated with a pandemonium of green parrots, all of whom had decided they should be talking at once. “Apparently parrots have happy hour too,” I thought as I walked into the office to check in. I grabbed my stuff form the car and headed up to my room, within seconds I was sprawled out on the kingsize mattress, within minutes I was asleep.
|This is a green parrot, this picture is plagiarized, it was far too dark to get a photo and I apologize, to myself mostly.|