We've Landed in Houston......finally

That's right, after 1200 miles of desert we have finally arrived in Houston. Well, just outside of Houston to be exact but who's keeping track. We logged another 8 hours of hellish driving across the desert, and are both happy knowing that we have little of the desert left. The drive was either too hot or too wet, and the black bean chile omlete and side of pancakes at IHOP wasn't the best choice for breakast. But nonetheless, we made it to Houston just in time to pass out on the couch. We were hoping to make it to the Astros' game tonight, but decided that a night off wouldn't hurt anything. Although, it did sting a little bit when we turned the game on the television to find that Roy Oswalt was pitching. Oh well.

I wish I had more to tell you all, but there really isn't all that much to say except Texas is greener and more humid the farther east you get. We did run into the border patrol yesterday evening somewhere near El Paso, but Dan was driving and more awake for that so I'll let him go into detail on that story. Let's just say there were flashing lights, bomb sniffing dogs and a officer asking us if we were American citizens.

And before I forget. As we were passing Tucson, which seemed like ages ago now, we saw the very final In 'n Out Burger of our travels. We didn't stop because, but it did get me thinking. We should try to hit some of the regional fast food chains around the nation. We have already been told about Whataburger in Texas, but we don't know many others. So, if you - yes, you, the few, loyal fans that are following our travels - know of any such spots that you think we should hit on our stops, leave us a comment. (This is my attempt to make this an interactive blog site.) Thanks for logging on, and goodnight from Texas.