When the going gets tough the tough get going
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
After cleaning up the mess we bailed for parts unknown. All my jeans and sweats were covered in wet mud from the cleanup and electricity was no where in sight. We drove about halfway to 290 before we found an open gas station with gas and a line only about a dozen cars long. People were filling up cans and cans of gasoline for generators. The place stank of gas and I hated being there. It felt like an explosion waiting to happen. We drove for another hour before finding coffee and dug out a map and settled on San Antonio. There are very few hotel rooms open here. There are tons of refugees from the Houston area here. About halfway here we had… Read More