I am road weary tonight. It was a long slow travel day. Made good miles about 680 and time 10 hours but it was a slog. First stop in Roberts La about 180 miles from beginning we stopped to get gas. We pulled in to the pump i began to get out to go get water when a car pulling in missed the in drive and lurched over a curb with a gully below her about 4 feet deep. Thankfully the curb stopped her or she and her passenger would have been in real danger. The driver got out an elder woman with her even elder 96 year old sister in the passenger seat. We both ran to her and made sure she had no injuries. We checked both of them and determined that the car was sufficiently in the road to make it dangerous for the elder to stay in it. I ran and got a traffic cone from the side of the building. Ron got the 96 year old out of the car and with her walker brought her into the gas station. I stayed with the driver and we called a wrecker. I told her I was a Chaplain of Leominster my home town fire department and I would stay with her till help came. I suggested we call the police for traffic for at this point i was stopping one lane of traffic and directing on the other and shifting traffic as it was safe. Funny that she and the attendant who came out did not see that as one of the first things to do. But after gentle nudging she did. i mean the area is remote and should have a police department that could respond. After the wrecker and the police were called I tried to keep her out of harms way and from freaking out. At one point a pick up truck with a male driver pulled up the driver spit a big wad of tabacco out his side the window. Jumped out the truck cab, jumped in the truck bed picked up a chain and jumped down to attach it to the bumper. The driver and i both yelled no, the car is caught on the curb not just stuck in a ditch. Okay says the cowboy booted stranger and he jumps in the truck drives into the store attached to the gas station and emerges with a six pack of beer Colt 45′s exta large cans. And off he road into the sun which is what had blinded the driver of the car who was now stuck. A very large wrecker the one that had been called and the cousin of the man working in the gas station showed up and Ron and I knew it was time to get out of there. I gave the driver a bottle of water and we said a quick prayer and we were on the way again. though the rest of the day yielded no more accidents that we were part of it was a slow and tedious ride. When i began to say that the long horned sheep were coming close to the car we knew it was time to find a place. It always ends up being about an hour from saying time to stop to actually getting stopped. Food, gas, parking the trailer in a safe place and bringing in the stuff eats up the time. Tonight was no different and i am glad to be here and settled down. it is 9:40 and we are about 175 miles from Pharr which we expect to get to tomorrow. Once there we will get trailer set for driving into Mexico.
Wonder what adventures will await.
