So I woke up Sunday morning for a long day of driving today. I still hadn't planned /my route yet, but Mapquest has never let me down before. Plus, I've got navigational features along with GPS on my Droid cell phone. I wasn't concerned about being able to drive the 2000 miles it'll take to get there.
I packed my stuff (which took me much longer than I thought) and wished my family well as they left for church. I stood on the steps of my garage and waived as they drove away. I watched as long as I could.
I finally hit the road at about 11:05. Mapquest directed me to take I-80 to Lincoln, NE. Based upon a drive I made in 1988, I decided to do the 935 miles all at once. It was a beautiful drive and I felt no fatigue as I crossed 100 miles of Utah, 405 miles of Wyoming, and 420 miles of Nebraska. I jammed to all kinds of music and really felt a freedom to go as long as I needed to since I didn't have a wife or kids to need to stop for. I hit thunderstorms four times which dropped visibility and speed to 50 feet and 50 mph. Van Halen brought me into the Holiday Inn Express at about 02:15 central time where I crashed for the night.
The next morning I slept in and headed south from Lincoln, across a river into Iowa. The river had flooded onto the highway closing traffic down to one lane but it didn't impede me at all. Finally, I crossed into Missouri and tuned into a Kansas City sports radio station on the am band. I listened to Jim Rome and some guy talk about how badly the chiefs will suck this year. I listened until I hit West Plains about an hour north of the Arkansas border.
The next morning I slept in again and then stopped by an Army Recruiter's office to get a direct deposit form. Amber had told me the night before that we had gotten information from the bank stating that the routing number had changed. I filled out the form and headed south
Arkansas was gorgeous. I followed a scenic route through the Ozarks with speed limits no higher than 45 mph. Finally it opened up into farm country which wasn't so pretty. I tuned into a Birmingham, Alabama sports talk station that kept me from getting too bored.
Memphis wasn't so entertaining. It was just another mid-sized city. I did stop for lunch and had a good barbeque sandwich with Coleslaw on top. I continued south-east and reached Birmingham about seven that evening. I wanted to push on so I continued another hour and a half to Auburn, Alabama: home of the Tigers. I stayed at another Holiday Inn Express and watched an episode of True Blood on HBO. It was horrible. I'll stick with Buffy.
The next morning I slept in again and then drove onto post. I had to get a thirty day pass which I'll have to continue renewing. It'll be a pain to remember when the days blend together so much, but oh well. I familiarized myself with the PX and spent way too much money buying stuff on the shopping list. This place is gonna be expensive.
Finally, about 3 o'clock pm, I drove over to Sand Hill where the Reception Battalion is. I stopped at the building I was directed to go to by my GPS and saw a Drill Sergeant. I asked him where I was supposed to be and he directed me back around the corner to the Battalion headquarters. I drove up the hill to the building and reported at the front desk. They sat me down and took some paperwork and my medical records and then a private called to see where I was supposed to go from there. I had no clue who he was talking to. He turned to me and said, "he said you know where you're supposed to go." Since I didn't have any idea who he was talking to, I told him "know I don't." He then put me on the phone with the same Drill Sergeant I had spoken with at the bottom of the hill who told me not so kindly that I had no business being an officer if I was that unintelligent. I'd like to see him try to put it all together in an unfamiliar environment without antecedents. But Drill Sergeants are always right. I let it roll off.
I drove back down the hill and took some face-to-face ribbing from the cadre and then went to my bay to begin my time at 30th AG.
How could you possibly know where you were supposed to go when almost every building on an army base looks the same? I hope we can come visit you there soon.
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