We headed out of Winslow, Arizona (an official Route 66 town, by the way) and had a goal of getting to Amarillo, Texas. This is me, very happy to still be on the way and getting out of the elevation:
Now one of the tricky parts of this part of the trip was that the stop for the night had to be carefully planned. We did not want to sleep at a city over 5000 feet due to respiratory problems. Albuquerque, New Mexico and Amarillo, Texas were the only towns under 5000 feet. Albuquerque was only 3-5 hours away and if we stopped there we would definitely be another day late to Florida. But once we passed Albuquerque we were committed to Amarillo, no matter how long it took.
The elevation bothered me a bit more on this day. Both the RV and my body were complaining when we climbed. But it was tolerable and
it was for Disney. Hardships are much easier to tolerate when you’re striving for a worthwhile goal.
The sights were the same-mountains and lovely, gravity defying rock formations. We did pass the Painted Cliffs which were beautiful. It looked like someone took a paintbrush and splashed random colors on the cliff and then blended them seamlessly together.
We were through Albuquerque about 1ish and the push for Texas began. Now the RV was always active between bathroom trips, breathing treatments, ventilators, oxygen, and feeding people. For entertainment purposed- Disney Trivia and I believe Danielle and I watched the Lion King. So since we were committed to Amarillo Dad started calling for reservations around 3 PM. Plenty of time…right???
Well after six major hotels (Comfort Inn, Quality Inn, Sleep Inn, Best Western, Holiday Inn, Economy Inn) were booked we began to wonder. Desperation setting in, Dad asks us to think of hotel brands- Ramada…booked, Red Roof Inn…booked, La Quinta…not one in Amarillo, Marriott-too expensive!! We were beginning to think we would be stuck in Joe Blow’s Motel when I remembered Microtel Inn and Suites. I hadn’t mentioned it before because something in the back of my mind said it was not a good hotel for our family. Nevertheless, it was a hotel. After a few tense minutes we had two rooms side by side on the second floor.
“Oh, not the second floor that will mean extra load time.” Mom groans.
“Do they have a working elevator?” I asked, remembering Travelers Inn.
“Yes…That’s all they had and we’re lucky we got that because there’s a Jehovah Witness convention.” Dad grumbles.
We all laugh a little, recalling conventions we ran into on previous road trips.
Our family is no stranger to road trips. Dad had a good job when I was young, Make-A-Wish paid for one, Mom and Dad's lab jobs at college another, and the school helped pay for one (details to follow).
When we lived in Oklahoma (until summer of 2002), we drove to Orlando twice as a family (me, Danielle, Dad, Mom, Grandma, and my brother-Robert). Those trips had adventures, too. The one that is most told is the cheese whiz story. We had a can of cheese whiz and Robert decided to poke a hole in the compressed air can. Then Robert stuck it in my face, “Feel the air Christamae?”
“Stop it! Don’t do that! Get away!”
“What’s going on back there?” Mom asks.
“Robby’s sticking the can of cheese whiz that he poked a hole in-in front of my face and it’s blowing on me!”
“Robert [insert full name] did you poke hole in that can?” mom asks her voice rising in anger and panic.
“Yes...but”
“Danny, pull over-- pull over! We have to get rid of that can—it’s a ticking bomb!!”
Rather nonchalantly, Dad pulls over and deposits the can in a trash bin by a gas pump. I know, a brilliant spot to discard of a bomb.
Mom then launches into a lecture of common sense and safety.
Dad says his classic-Nothing happened.
To which mom replies her classic-No but it could’ve.
Despite this adventure, this was far from our last road trip. Danielle’s wish trip was a road trip. We drove all over the Western United States seeing The Painted Desert, Petrified Forest, Grand Canyon, toured San Francisco area with my Aunt Ramona and cousin Amber (Pier 39, FAO Schwartz, Golden Gate Park & the science museum, the zoo, Hard Rock Café, Muir Woods, Yosemite, Body ghost town, and visited with other relatives), Yellowstone, broke down at Motel 7, Salt Lake City Temple Square, and Dinosaur National Monument.
When I qualified my Original Oratory to the National Forensics League (NFL- yes, I can honestly say I was in the NFL

), we had to drive to North Carolina. And hey, since the school was paying for gas, food, and hotel for my Dad and I, we left a little early with the family (Dad, Mom, Danielle, me, and Grandma) for a side trip to Disney World.
We also drove to California Thanksgiving of 2001 to scope out houses and visit with Aunt Ramona and Amber (cousin). And then the great move to California summer of 2002. My cousin Shayna also came on that trip since her Dad lives in California.
Oh, there were some funny moments. As we were leaving Texas, Shayna says, “Darn it I really wanted to see a Tumbleweed.”
Just as the words left her mouth, a tumbleweed smashes into the front window getting caught in the windshield wipers.

To this day, Shayna still has a piece of the Tumbleweed in her journal...Trying to find a hotel at midnight-Dad screaming about “just wanting to find a place to rest his sorry head” to a Marriot hotel person. Driving around crazily while Shayna, Danielle, and I are laughing about getting arrested-really giddy. Ah, memories...
Oh, yes, conventions. On two separate Disney World trips we ran into conventions. A-get this- pig callers convention/contest

and a psychic convention.

In the words of my mom, “we should have known.”
Anyhoo, we are no strangers to travel. We get to Amarillo at a decent time. The sign Amarillo-the two L’s cowboy boots-welcomes us. The Microtel desk person welcomes us, too, “Hi-I hope y’all enjoy yer stay.” Ah, I had forgotten the accent.
Once we saw the rooms that wary thought I had was confirmed. These are
really small rooms. It is literally a microhotel. After mom got upstairs, Dad had to take her wheelchair back to the RV because there simply was not room. Definitely not $275 worth of space (2 rooms). But it was a place to sleep. And after 4 hours of equipment set up, sleep we did.
Up next (Tuesday May 1): Broken equipment... just keep swimming-we are over halfway there!
Broken equipment...just keep swimming-we're over halfway there!- Page 5, Post #68