The drive down was mostly uneventful, though I must admit I was concerned for a moment. I took several Texas backroads to get here upon the recommendation of an Abilene frequenter. It worked out okay, but there were a couple surprises, in particular the detour I had to take due to a bridge being out. I wasn't too fond of being in the middle of nowhere Texas on a too-narrow-for-two-cars, pitch-black, GRAVEL road, not knowing for sure how much of a diversion it would be.
Probably more disconcerting was the skunk. About a foot on my side of the yellow line, as I was driving sixty-five plus, there was a skunk that I would CERTAINLY have hit (in my RENTAL), had I not swerved wildly at the last possible second. I'm not sure what would have awaken me more thoroughly, what actually happened, or having to deal with the smell for the rest of the journey had I hit it. Needless to say I was all kinds of paranoid about road critters the rest of the trip. And there were some, but mostly the sort that scurried off the road for me.
Update: By "Texas backroads", this is what I meant. That's the road I had to traverse to get around the bridge.
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