Dallas and east to Louisiana

Robyn found a Super 8 in Grapevine, Texas, just a stone's throw from DFW AND with a shuttlebus to the airport.  That means that I can leave the pickup and camper and take the shuttle and I don't have to drive.  Sweet!  After seeing the non-passenger side of DFW I can say with confidence I don't ever want to drive there and try to navigate five parking structures - one for each terminal.  I reached terminal D which is where the international flights are all handled.  The big board didn't show Jeremy's Lufthansa flight.  I realized that the last leg of his flight was from JFK to DFW, a domestic flight and not terminal D.

A helpful Lufthansa employee directed me to Terminal E where Delta/Lufthansa planes unloaded.  How to get there?  The orange terminbal link buses, of course. Jeremy was right on time and I called the shuttle and soon we were back at the hotel.

Next morning and we had to escape Dallas.  It was much easier than the arrival.  We were doing fine and had almost reached the border when I saw the dreaded flashing lights in the mirror.  Pull over and say,  good morning Officer.  I had been following the truck ahead of us too closely.  As I remember, I was about 100 feet behind, yes too close, but really?  Following to closely? This was a level of scrutiny that as a New Mexican, I was completely unused to.  He gave us a warning and we said goodbye Lone Star State.

The remainder of the drive was uneventful until we reached Minden, Louisiana and spent almost an hour trying to locate the campground.  There seems to an issue with signage here.  The town of Minden gets you headed in the right direction but then fails to close the deal by providing enough signs.  Tomorrow a rest day to wash some clothes and blogage.  Below is photo of Jeremy and Mr. Moe in Dallas and our campsite in Kisatchie National Forest.