I made it to New Orleans last night. I am utterly exhausted. I'll write something on the last leg in a while but while it's fresh on my mind, I want to make an observation:
People in Texas fall into two categories, those that drive pick-up trucks, and those that don't understand what "keep right except to pass" means. The Texans that fall into both categories hold a special place in my heart. All groups made my drive yesterday stellar.