About 5 PM today, I cross into the great flat beyond that is Interstate 10 through Texas.
Texas Forever. That’s what the kids on Friday Night Lights always said. To that I respond – Yes. It Is. I mean, the state takes up 6 pages in my Atlas and probably yours as well.
Only 881 miles to go.
There are much worse problems to have. The bonus is the impending visit to my old bud Sharon in Austin. That’s rather like being sentenced to 30 years and then getting paroled after 6 weeks.
So the next few days will be about cranking out the miles while dodging tumbleweeds. Not such a tough assignment with: a comfortable driver’s seat, podcasts in the queue, and plenty of hi-calorie snacks.
I’m here for the night.
Parked under a flag the size of a football field. In 25 MPH winds, it provides a loud arrhythmic soundtrack.
Last night was spent parked among the Big Boys at the bustling Love’s Truck Stop in Benson, AZ.
The microcosm of a truck stop always fascinates. It’s a glimpse into a purely American subculture and I highly recommend it. In the unlikely event a publisher ever approaches me to write a coffee-table book, I would do one on Long-Haul Dogs and The Truckers Who Love Them.
Two days ago, in Tucson, I overnight at one of my favorite blacktop stops.
The GDB has a doctor’s appointment the next day in order to address a short list of nagging issues. All is well!
I spend the waiting time scurrying in and out of the newer model Roadtreks but find, once more, I wouldn't trade the GDB for any of them.
Pictured below is one of a series of dust storms along 1-10 in New Mexico today. Visibility goes to ZERO when a storm like the one in the distance reaches the interstate. Chilling to think about that happening at 75 MPH.