True Story of the Best Worst Vacation Ever Part 5/6

We spent the remainder of our time there just being tourists. We shopped and visited with locals. We had family there that we spent time with. On our last day, we made the drive back to Albuquerque. It was nice and we'd wished we had just one more day to spend. As we had actually allotted one extra day of vacation, we decided to call Delta and see if we could change our flight. It was a good thing we did because we were informed that the Jackson airport was closed due to a severe thunderstorm and all flights, ours included, had been canceled. Huh? Oh, and the next flight out? Well, it could not be determined. It would have been nice to have known that prior to our driving three hours. We'd have much rather stayed in Durango. We tried to make alternate travel arrangements and requested to be put on whatever plane they had to wherever it was going, we didn't care, but Delta could not assist us.

Nonetheless, we could get through this. After all, we had managed to fix a broken bow, driven in 100 degree non-AC accommodations, contorted ourselves into a micro machine, survived 30 hours in the wilderness, narrowly escaped a broken finger and avoided a $25k fine. We were getting home and weren't about to let flight cancellation stop us. We made the decision to drive from New Mexico to Jackson, MS.

We thought the drive would be fun. Just the two of us driving cross country, enjoying each other's company- it just sounds ideal, doesn't it? It was all that and more until we got to Texas. We hit a speed trap and were given a speeding ticket. We continued on and ultimately decided to just drive through the night. With our luck thus far, we knew that any hotel we dared to stay in might catch fire and we didn't want to chance it. At around 2 am somewhere in the most remote part of Texas, we got a flat tire. It was a good thing we stopped though because as Marty was disassembling the luggage in our trunk to get the jack, I had an intestinal emergency. See, my "system" had been out of whack all week and I decided to take a medication that may or not have contained the word "LAX" in its title. Don't judge me. Desperate times called for desperate measures. So as he was hunkered over the flat tire, I was off hunkered over some shrubs. Once we'd both contained ourselves, we took pictures of the flat tire with our previously-purchased-for-the-sake-of-good-hunting-pics-Kodak-disposable camera.