I have quite a saga to share…
I left (along w/ Sam and David–all in separate cars) at 4:20a this morning. After crawling out of bed at 3:15, I packed up my stuff, cleaned out the fridge, took out the trash, and secured some important docs in the apartment.
We headed up HWY 249 for a grand total of 6 miles before the gridlock set in. And from there on it stunk. At about 8:30a we had traveled a total of 16 miles. That’s right folks…we were averaging 4 miles per hour. Sam turned around and headed to Georgia. David and I continued, snaking our way through rural roads, hoping to find the “quickest” route.
Eventually, we extricated ourselves from the traffic along the little used FM39 (except for today when it was very busy).
I followed FM39 to Mexia (where I finally found gas) and onto I-45 to get me into the area. After this grueling endeavor, I arrived at my parents house at 4:00p. It was roughly a 12 hour drive. My left leg was so tired from all the clutch-action. At some points in the trip, it started to shake (which is kinda wierd, I know).
As for what you see on tv…. The reports about no gas in Houston: True. The reports about the highways being impossible: True. Basically, it’s just as bad as they are reporting. And quite frankly, I’m glad to be out, but I’m a little nervous about the return trip.