Like a baby

Always excited when I travel, I woke up before five yesterday, was in the car by seven and driving the first leg of my trip to Austin.  It was a beautiful day for traveling until I got to West Memphis.

Suddenly I was in what turned out to be twenty miles of cars, going approximately 1.2 miles per hour!  I made friends with the Native Americans on motorcycles who were briefly in front of me, but they eventually moved on.  And we crept along.

To be fair, it only took about two hours to get through those twenty miles.  It could have taken twenty!

And when I passed what was going on, building new roads (way off on the left) I realized that a lot of that waiting was because of the cars merging ahead of us.  (Those people who broke out of line and surged down to the front to push their way in.)

And . . . to be fair, there had been signs warning us to take an alternate route.  It's just my Garmin and I don't communicate that well and I didn't know how to take another route at that point.

But I finally pulled in to a hotel 12 hours after my supposedly 8 hour trip began and I slept like a baby.