Mar. 8, 2010, Monday.
We got a late start out of the Metroplex, were hoping the rain would pass, finally figured we may wait forever. After hitting interstate 20 it rained so hard and the wind blew with such fury the windshield wiper couldn’t keep up. On down the road we drove into beautiful blue sky with fluffy marshmallow clouds. Problem being we were in West Texas by then. If you have never been to West Texas, its a treat. The vegetation consists of muskeet, cactus and tumble weeds. The landscaping is done with a bazillion plastic bags blowing and hanging off everything. They will still be there in a hundred years. Damn litterbugs.
The wind increased and we went thru about 50 miles of dust storm, often pretty dense. All along the highway were abandoned buildings of old business’ and long abandoned houses. It gave me a sad lonely feeling to think about the hard work that once went into all that. I wondered where all those people have gone to. It has to be a challenge to try to eke out a living in West Texas. Along the way were cotton fields with wisps of cotton still hanging on, waiting for a new season to plow the fields again. I thought of my friends who talked about living in West Texas as children and working in the cotton fields and how difficult it was. Along the highway were many oil wells, usually only pumping at about 50 %. Makes me wonder why they all are not pumping full speed ahead?
After dark we found an RV park, few and far between. We had by then driven 400 miles, after promising ourselves we would only drive 250 to 300 miles a day. Well no satellite tonight, Jerry really didn’t want to watch Fox News or the Weather Channel anyway.
You will notice these posts are not on time, because I have had quite a time finding a place my air card could connect me to the internet.
