We awoke this morning to find not only did we spend the night in the Dairy Queen parking lot, we spent the night by the lake next to the Dairy Queen parking lot. There is a lake right next to us. How cool! Nice night too. We’ve been having nighttime lows of twenty degrees at home. Last night’s low was 39. Balmy.
Drove off watching the flocks of birds wandering back and forth across the horizon. There doesn’t seem to be a consensus on direction except within each flock. The flocks criss-cross the sky. Saw our first roadrunner of the trip today. Haven’t seen an armadillo yet. There was no traffic when we left Boise City. I watched the odometer. We drove forty miles before we encountered the first car headed our direction. Love a lonely highway.
We have our first unsolved mystery. I had a mid-moring snack of celery and cream cheese. I had four pieces to eat, but had only eaten two of them, when we spotted a good place to stop for fuel. We got out, gassed up, and got back in. That’s when we discovered the problem! Both pieces of celery remained on the plate, but there was no cream cheese. No sign that cream cheese had ever touched either piece of celerery! What could have happened to that cream cheese?
The cat continues to sleep in his cat box.
The wind is blowing today. We heard it come up in the night. There is a conflict. We want to go straight south. The wind wants us to go straight east. We drove south through Stratford, the pheasant capitol of Texas, then Dumas, then Amarillo, and continued on toward Lubbock. We never made it to Lubbock. At Plainview, we conceded and let the wind have its way. I got tired of driving in the crosswind. We turned east. Plans change.
Plainview. It claims to be famous for its spectacular view of, guess what, the plains! Well, driving for hours across north Texas, could cause one to wonder: how did they pick this spot? How could this view of the plains be any different from any other view of the plains for a hundred miles in every direction? Our second unsolved mystery?
We went east a hundred miles, tailwind all the way, and stopped for the night at a state park called Copper Breaks. Another three hundred mile day. Nice place. Nice campsites(picture). A lake. Hiking trails. Friendly people. Seventy degrees. Birds. No wind. We’ll plan a new route tomorrow.
Drove off watching the flocks of birds wandering back and forth across the horizon. There doesn’t seem to be a consensus on direction except within each flock. The flocks criss-cross the sky. Saw our first roadrunner of the trip today. Haven’t seen an armadillo yet. There was no traffic when we left Boise City. I watched the odometer. We drove forty miles before we encountered the first car headed our direction. Love a lonely highway.
We have our first unsolved mystery. I had a mid-moring snack of celery and cream cheese. I had four pieces to eat, but had only eaten two of them, when we spotted a good place to stop for fuel. We got out, gassed up, and got back in. That’s when we discovered the problem! Both pieces of celery remained on the plate, but there was no cream cheese. No sign that cream cheese had ever touched either piece of celerery! What could have happened to that cream cheese?
The cat continues to sleep in his cat box.
The wind is blowing today. We heard it come up in the night. There is a conflict. We want to go straight south. The wind wants us to go straight east. We drove south through Stratford, the pheasant capitol of Texas, then Dumas, then Amarillo, and continued on toward Lubbock. We never made it to Lubbock. At Plainview, we conceded and let the wind have its way. I got tired of driving in the crosswind. We turned east. Plans change.
Plainview. It claims to be famous for its spectacular view of, guess what, the plains! Well, driving for hours across north Texas, could cause one to wonder: how did they pick this spot? How could this view of the plains be any different from any other view of the plains for a hundred miles in every direction? Our second unsolved mystery?
We went east a hundred miles, tailwind all the way, and stopped for the night at a state park called Copper Breaks. Another three hundred mile day. Nice place. Nice campsites(picture). A lake. Hiking trails. Friendly people. Seventy degrees. Birds. No wind. We’ll plan a new route tomorrow.
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