Well I am up at about 5:30am my time. It’s time to go home and deal with the apartment complex and also I am ready to go home and get moved in myself. Beth has had 3 weeks at home setting things up and they look good (per the webcam). I need to get home so I can catch up on my mail, setup my home office etc. I figure to heck with all reservations and the continental divide and petrified Forrest, they will be there when I get back out west. So my plan is to drive until dark, I get tired or to Amarillo, TX. Yes I am in Arizona. Well the drive is going well until I get about 25 miles from Amarillo and notice that I am low on fuel. I take the first exit I see that looks to have a station. I drive through the first station and no one is around. I get to the second and it looks like they have done business recently. I get out and then see a small sign about being closed and then another sign about when they would be open. Bummed and stressed a little I get back in the van and start the engine, and then I see the orange glow “Low Fuel”. Ok, now I am really stressed, I know I have my Good Sam ERS card but still this will take time to get fuel to me and I am still psyched about being home. Well I get back on the highway and look at the next exit, no gas stations. So I go on and finally a few miles later a Shell station. I pull in and then look up and the real irony is the name of the street the station is cornered on is my last name, creepy. Well I get gas and some ice and some drinks and off I go. Well I make it to Amarillo and decide to continue since it’s not dark and I still feel good. I go about another 50 miles and call it quits. Like the gas station exercise, first stop mentioning camping, no pun intended looks like a scene from Texas Chainsaw massacre. Not a single camper on the grounds, so back on the highway and I don’t see a sign for miles. Finally a sign mentioning camping and I pull off to check it out. Well it’s less scary and they are about 10 RV’ers parked there, excellent and I check in. Well I set up camp and shower and get a snack and then try to sleep. I am angered by the apartment complex and how they have treated Beth that it becomes all I think of. After a few hours of tossing and turning I set the alarm for 3:45 am. Yes I figure a few hours of sleep and I can make the last 560 miles to get home. Heck I just finished 775 miles to get here.