I woke up this morning excited for our motel’s free continental breakfast. I was going to load up on carbs and have six cups of coffee. We were supposed to cross the Texas state line today–quite an achievement for us amateurs.
So I open the door and am blindsided by a cold gust of wind that hit me like a a 6’6″ tight end on a crack down block. It was 24 but felt like 0. Oh ya, and everything was covered with snow. Looks like Texas will have to wait till tomorrow.
The Polar Express rolled through StageCoach Inn, room 109. Check it out!
He tends to sleep with a pillow over his face so I ended up pulling his pillow down a few more inches with the hope it would block his airway. After attempting said maneuver Taylor then, inhaled pillow sheet, coughed, rolled over and stopped snoring. Victory!