We didn't stay long in Shreveport. It was a nice little area. I forgotten what it was like. The last time I was in Louisiana was in 2005 when I was getting discharged from the US. Army in Fort Polk. It was also two hours away from my soon to be ex husband.
One thing I noticed as I was on my smoke break was the name of the street we were on.
Edwards Street.
Gary's last name and my soon to be last name.
I took a picture of it, sent it to a couple friends, and then we were back on the bus heading towards Texarkana.
It wasn't long before we were well in Texarkana. It was smaller than I imagined and the bus station had a 20 minute overlay so I didn't have time to charge my phone. The bus I was to get on was called "Jefferson Lines" and it was supposed to get us to Kansas City, Missouri with even more stops in between including Fort Smith.
We strolled through the highway taking on scenes of mountains, valleys and hilly areas including the roads. It felt great again to feel like I was on a rollercoaster. The last time I had been on a road like that was in Missouri visiting my grandfather before he passed away.
Oh, the good ol' days.
We continued strolling through Arkansas. The terrain was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. I personally couldn't live here. But it looked nice for camping. For me, it was too green and out in the middle of nowhere. Luckily as we made our stop in First Smith we ran into gas stations amongst other little shops and fast food places.
I managed to finally fall asleep around seven that night with my blanket over me. The humming of the bus and my head banging against the window really didn't do much good, but I eventually fell asleep and it wasn't until 11:59 PM we arrived in Kansas City, Missouri where it was a bitter 51 degrees.
