Preparations continue for my trip to Lubbock; I’m driving this time, instead of flying.
This is partly because I can take more stuff with me — we all gotta have our stuff — like my laptop, camcorder, books, cold-weather clothes, CD collections, and the like. Since, like last time, I’ll be staying at a motel instead of at my mom’s house, having more than one suitcase to live out of will make life much easier.
It’s also partly because I hate flying.
Not the actual being in the air part of flying; that part is actually pretty cool. What I hate is the airport part, and the cramped Southwest Airlines seating arrangements part, and, lately, the Homeland Security treating-everybody-like-criminals part.
Even though the drive is just over six hours, the actual difference in time is minimal: Flying requires driving almost an hour in Dallas traffic, dragging luggage for a quarter mile in the parking lot and another quarter mile in the terminal, waiting in line to be dehumanized by the TSA, waiting in more lines, then even more waiting, for an hour or more.
Then comes the hour of actual flying, the only real progress of the whole ordeal, then there’s more waiting, walking, waiting, dragging, waiting, and driving, for an hour or sometimes two.
Driving, on the other hand, requires … driving. Minimal lugging, no waiting, just pure unadulterated progress toward a destination. I don’t have to eat airport Big Macs, I never have to turn off my music because of an irrational fear that my music player will interfere with the plane’s navigation systems, and I don’t have to wade through a sea of knees to get to the bathroom.
There’s just lots of time to relax, and think, and enjoy the scenery.
And I can take all the pictures I want without some government goons suspecting me of casing the place.
Anyway, the hardest part about this trip will be the fact that I’m having to take a different route this time, since I’ll be going directly to Lubbock instead of to my mom’s house. That will mean travelling some roads I haven’t been on in a while, and not having a fix on where the best stop-off places are.
That makes a difference in planning.
Oh well, maybe I can make up for the lack of convenience by finding new things to take pictures of, since the last time I went through some of those towns was long before I had a digital camera.
Maybe a slight change of scenery will do me good …