It's been just a little over two weeks since I finished my last job. I spent the first week recovering mentally as well as physically, as well as unpacking, reconnecting with the family, seeing friends and basically trying to reintegrate into my life.
The following week, which was last week, i continued to unpack and then repack, preparing for our upcoming adventures.
I managed to misplace one of my juggling knives and find it the next day, only to misplace one of my juggling clubs.
While this certainly is a "first-world" problem and I definitely can't argue this; it becomes somewhat relevant because I am hoping to be able to perform while at Burning Man and I am more than a little rusty.
I was never a great juggler.
I was better when I was a clown at children's parties when I was 19, but I figured it would come back to me relatively quickly and it has. I just never juggled anything on fire, or knives - most parents would've frowned on that.
That was then, and this is now....
Saturday found us finishing up packing while loading up the car and getting the apartment in order. It would be a month or more until we would be there again.
Speaking of which, I was hoping that I had left our apartment in NOLA in decent shape. I was in a burnt-out daze when I left there, so hopefully the fridge wasn't full of rotting food and the sink overflowing with dirty dishes.
Cindy was figuring out what she would need for a cross-country road trip, a couple of days in LA, camping for a week in Mammoth as well as what she could drop off in NOLA for a job she would be on until November.
Skye was figuring out what she might need in regards to a costume for her Shakespeare camp as well as packing for being away for a month.
I was treating the camping portion of the trip as a test run for my new camp set-up at Burning Man as well as a training camp for the Ultra-marathon at Burning Man and then the 24-hour obstacle course race I am planning on doing in November.
We're carrying our usual assortment of bicycles, camping supplies and circus toys as well as couple of inflatable stand-up paddle boards.
We finally got out and down to our home-way-from-home down in New Orleans, which was clean but somewhat full of boxes of "stuff" I hadn't had a chance to go through.
Which is one of the reasons we didn't get on the road until the afternoon.
We had decided to "take it easy" on this trans-continental crossing and not drive into the double-digit hours, keeping it to 6-8 hours of driving a day.
Sunday got us to Marshall, Texas.
I got up early to go for a run.
Usually I like to have a pretty good idea where I'm going. I decided to just run.
I ended up mostly running alongside the highway with trucks passing me at 70 MPH and the couple of times I was able to find smaller country roads, I was reminded of the way people out in rural America keep trespassers off their land.
It was a more than a little unnerving holding my ground as a massive pit-bull mix came roaring towards me, but he stopped more or less at the property line. On my way back down the same road he had wandered into the middle of the street, but was much more cordial, not barking, barely taking the time to look up at me.
When we left Marshall, we weren't sure where we were going to end up. We were thinking Amarillo, but we also considered taking it easier.
As Cindy sped down the Interstate, I cruised the Internet and realized that even if we did make it to Amarillo, I would do much better with dining options in Dallas.
More researching on the Internet.
I found Stampede 66 which served "Modern Texas Cuisine"
When in Texas.....
It was perfectly fine.
Nothing spectacular but we certainly could have done much worse. I think that I probably should have ordered something more adventurous than Honey Fried Chicken, but it seemed to be a house specialty so I figured why not.
Again it was perfectly fine.
Between Atlanta with its ever-growing foodie scene and New Orleans which has been a culinary destination for decades, I have become spoiled.
I had much lower expectations for what my dinner might be in Childress, Texas.
I was happily surprised with the Thai place Cindy managed to find.
All in all not a bad birthday