The day began at 4 a.m., a time respected by only night shift workers and insomniacs. After scant few hours of sleep, the tireless stormchasing crew wearily trudged to the Pensacola airport to catch our flight to Houston.
This was my first flight, but sheer exhaustion took precedence over excitement or nervousness. Sleep however, was an elusive commodity that I have as of yet not managed to capture again today.
Our arrival in Amarillo was met by cold, as the weather here is a surprising 45 degrees and very dry, a rather abrupt change for this part time Mobilian.
Once we checked into our hotel, we embarked on a fantastic journey as only college students can. armed with a gps and the location of the nearest texmex, we sat off on foot in an unknown city for a great day of adventures.
After eating at the restaurant, we meandered into the local flea market to gaze at the wonder that is cheep stetsons and cowboy boots. We then wandered over to the American quarter horse museum and basked in the splendor of horsey glory.
After our adventures in the American quarter horse museum, we explored the local Indian trading post, filled with interesting knicks knacks that some of us chose to partake in. We then journeyed back to the hotel, and proceeded to chill for a bit before our introductory storm chasing meeting.
After the meeting, we yet again ventured forth into the world and went to the big texan for dinner, where we still are at present.
This adventure has started off strong, and more excitement has been promised tomorrow. I can’t wait to see what this week has in store for us, but right now I am fervently wishing for this awesome day to come to an end, so tomorrow can come and be filled with yet more adventures!