Lubbock Texas is a shithole.

Yesterday was HECTIC.

Initially, we expected our tenant on Sunday (today) morning. So we kinda dilly dallied on the packing thing a little. She called Friday, saying she'd be there around 6 pm on Saturday. Okay, no biggie, we got to work. Saturday around 10 am she called, saying that she was about four hours away.
Begin scramble.
In the aftermath, I have no idea where our toothbrushes are, among other daily use items, but damnit, we're on the road, and that's all that matters!

There have been some "bumps", (stuck at a train crossing for 30 minutes, a few missed turns, and Havoc deciding that it was playtime when we made our first attempt to stop for the night), but overall it's been surprisingly painless. Havoc is riding like a champ, thank god. He mostly has been either sleeping or staring out his window, watching all the nothing roll by. I wonder what he thinks is happening, you know? "I don't know where we're going, but there had damn well better be balloons there."

We made it to Sweetwater, Texas last night, and hope to camp near Albuquerque tonight, and roll into Flagstaff AZ tomorrow!