DC to Guinea via Texas... slight detour

Once upon a time, I was living in Washington DC in a moldy/sneezy basement north of Adams Morgan with a strange Chinese landlady and her mysterious husband(?) who loved to talk about bein' in the Peace Corps with Kinky Friedman, future governor of Texas.

So I decided to go to Guinea. No more World Bank and cafeteria food from the Gods, but no more allergy apartment with Mr. and Mrs./Ms. Sketchy.

So, on Monday, October 2, Momma Klein and I loaded up the car with all my crud (Momma barely fit in the midst of the crud -- almost had to strap her to the roof) and headed back to Texas. Two days/1400 miles of 10% rearview mirror visibility driving and a lot of outlet mall shopping later (hey, you have to go to the bathroom somewhere!), Momma Klein and I bounced our way across the holes in the dirt road up Klein hill.

Step #1 of the Road to Guinea.