Good Time
 
Kelsey and I made good time coming from Colorado yesterday.  We drove over 700 miles with only 3 stops, which translates into 11.5 hours door-to-door.
 
The unfortunate reality is that when we woke up the temperature was 55 with a high predicted at around 80.  In the Texas panhandle at two it was 95 and climbing.  And a bit flatter and less aesthetically attractive.
 
We bided the time by using an atlas at computing our average miles-per-hour.  I also took the time to introduce my daughter to the fine work of The Black Crowes and R.E.M.  It wasn't long after that she went to the headphones/personal CD player to dive into Evanescence.  We chatted about things big and small, made jokes about why every small town in Texas deems itself "historic" (of which, she made the observation that, if you're a minute old, you have "a history") and how funny it would be if we decided to stop at a "historical marker" and found out that it was the first colored "Sharpie" to arrive in that community or how when we "pass with care" we told the passee that we cared about them...you get the idea.  It might not be that funny, but it helped the time fly by.  We finished up the day by listening to the radio broadcast of the still-in-first-place Texas Rangers.  She noted the difference between radio and tv play-by-play ("the announcer was describing the uniforms of each team, dad").
 
I've decided that there are worse ways to spend a day than driving across 20% of our country with your daughter.