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| Good Overnight Stop, Partner. |
It was a long day (Six hours driving) in the saddle over rough rough road, but once again we were blessed with traveling mercies. We're resting nicely atop a hill just west of Ft. Stockton, and by tomorrow we'll be in one of our favorite stops from last year, Fredericksburg, TX where we'll enjoy a couple of days of Americana music out in Luchenbach. After that, we're off to the gulf. One thing I noticed today as a fairly infrequent highway traveler: trucks, truck debris, and the consequence of continual pressure on the road. Semi-trucks are surely the main artery in the vein of American commerce, and the roads cower under the constant pressure. The roads of West Texas are ribbed, much like the road on the East side of Priest Lake used to be when it was dirt. Actually, it wasn't quite that bad, but at times I was glad my dentist used strong glue in my fillings. These two long days in the saddle will give us a few extra days when we explore the East Texas ramble, a part of the country we haven't seen. We're excited to see the "piney woods". Incidentally, we passed through another border patrol check point today. This one had a dog and its handler sniffing each car and truck in line. Judy Googled the camera line up in response to my paranoia, but according to the Huffington Post, most of the cameras are used to capture license plate numbers. They have quite an array of cameras, but I guess I'll have to believe the watch dogs at Huffington. On a side note, I left the Cager moaning like Moses once again as she stopped one stinky peg short of a win. I took home all of the organ notes in Las Cruces. We'll play a one game match tomorrow morning for all the lizards in West Texas. Stay tuned. Suffice to say, life is good, especially today.
Ten cameras plus a dog. My license plate says, Fric.
Maybe a couple of fruit flies in the citrus, but nothing else to declare, sir.
Fric and Frac rolling onto the hilltop.
Don't Mess with Texas.
One thing about West Texas, the sky is big and soft.
They call this sculpture, "Heading East".
A Mariachi band greeted us as did our very bubbly hostess.
Sunset bunny.
Once again, the light of the day left us with a glow.
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