Tensions were higher on Friday. We almost ate the cat, not out of hunger, just spite. Crossing the desert is always hard. It has it’s own beauty, but you won’t always see it from the car. In America, everything close to the highway tends to be dirty, old, and unpleasant. From the bathroom with “poo juice” in the toilet, as my nephew called it, to the cattle farms there are horrible smells assaulting you from the side of the road. It gets better once you pass Western Texas, but this entire day was that wasteland of truck stops and old farms. I would love to explore the desert one day, but it is never fun to just pass through.