HIGHWAY 7, LEAVING NACOGDOCHES

Posted by Mark David Manders Thu, 24 Oct 2002 12:00:00 GMT

Highway 7 scares me – especially pulling a trailor in the rain. I’m not sure how they can justify calling this a highway. It’s just a narrow, two-lane blacktop with a shoulder of barely three feet on either side. All along the way are trees – pines and blackjack oaks mostly. It kind of gives you a closter phobic feeling. This is compounded by the fact that Jeromy doesn’t believe in using his windshield wipers on a regular basis. So here I sit in the back seat staring nervously through the mostly blurry windshield, not exactly watching my life pass before my eyes, but knowing at any moment that I could.

...at last, Highway 69, a four-lane blacktop with a median. I feel a little safer now as we pull into Dairy Queen for lunch.