120 miles is the difference between stopping at 5 or stopping after 7. It didn't seem like such a big deal at the time, but once we left Tucumcari I knew it would be a long sprint to Amarillo. By the time we actually arrived in Amarillo we were both tired and hungry. That's a bad combination in an unfamiliar city. We relied on our trusty GPS to find a restaurant, but after negotiating our way through the freeway system and into the downtown area we drive in circles only to decide that Jerry's BBQ is probably no longer in business. The stress of negotiating our way through unknown street with the GPS coaching us to turn here, turn there was building. We knew we'd passed many restaurants and motels on the freeway and Jack successfully negotiated our way back to I-40 East. From there we easily exited and found a suitable Mexican restaurant and a good meal. Jack passed on the beef tongue tacos and the beef cheek enchiladas for something more conventional. Then the task of getting a room. Expedia had a good offer, but we turned it down for a local budget hotel. You could smell the room deodorizer from the parking lot. After listening to the Bed Bug expert on NPR I felt compelled to check the bed. When I lifted the mattress from the box spring the little critters darted out and so did we. We checked in to the nearby Motel 8. The towels are thin, the sheets thinner, but it's clean and we each have our own double bed. That's probably for the best tonight.
Tomorrow - we're taking it a bit slower, and definitely planning ahead to avoid the bed bug shuffle.
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