When Daughter lived at home, going to Big D was something she and I did on a regular basis. It was always an adventure, always fun, always entertaining. When she comes to visit we always make it a point to go to Big D. Today, was our day to go.
It takes a long time to get to Dallas, two hours and fifteen minutes to be exact. The drive is quite, peaceful, with little traffic.
Until you get to Big D that is. Then you get this:
Oh, yeah. Nerves of steel are required. You can't take your eyes off the road for a minute. And, don't even think of going the speed limit. Seriously. If you try to go the posted 60 mph, you'll be mowed over like a blade of grass. Think parking lot, moving at 75 mph. Not even kidding. Fortunately, Husband drove for us today. Still, I was on pins and needles until we returned to this loveliness:
I am a country girl at heart.