Wednesday, Nov 24th
Kanorado, Kansas
The first few hours of a road trip were his favorite. The purgatory between waking and finally pulling away from the drive. Awake before the sun so they could beat it to the horizon. Going through the motions of loading the truck and slipping into the clothes laid out the night before, the world outside still dark and sleeping while the house bumbled with lamp-lit life.
The not-awake-enough-for-music quiet on the drive from home to the nearest McDonalds for black coffee and salty breakfast sandwiches. The sleepy flow of conversation, hushed as if to not disturb the slumbering streets.
But eventually, the sun would wake and rise to meet them. Blankets borrowed from bed and heavy eyelids were pushed aside to welcome the golden rays of the morning. Excitement warmed them and turned their eyes glittering with interest at the things that passed them by. Colorado was a whirl of trees and undulating land, cresting and falling beyond the window to the ebb and flow of their conversation.
Miles passed with the hours, quicker than he really expected. Sooner than he realized, they were passing state lines, and Kansas was welcoming them to... Kanorado!
"There's a city called Texarkana. I wonder who did it first." He mused as he searched for signs to the nearest gas station. It wasn't time for lunch, but they were Weres, which meant the snacks they'd packed this morning had been thoroughly ransacked. This was as good a place as any to find somewhere to stretch their legs and restore the cache.