Saturday, November 20: Having ended yesterday’s post with the moon shortly after it rose, I thought I’d start today’s with the moon shortly before it set, taken in the park in Lamesa where I spent the night. It’s a municipal park, free and only for tourists and transients (that’s me!), with free water and electricity service. It was dark enough (some streetlights, but none shining in my windows), level (where I was; I did see one camper had had to use blocks on one side), mostly quiet (a city street runs through the middle of the park, and was not used much between 11PM and 6AM). I would definitely stay there again.
The first half of my drive today was flat. Flat, flat, flat; straight roads as far as the eye can see, boring, boring – except for the occasional town, or cotton field being harvested.
Then it was in to New Mexico, and the first part of that state was still flat. But the rail tracks run along the road – I saw several trains
and a locomotive that had been left on a siding.
I had just been through the town of Tolar – this sounds like quite a memorable event!
Tumbleweeds would come bouncing across the road, coming to rest at the next available fence. I did see a herd of antelope, but they were photo shy.
Then New Mexico started to develop more visual interest –
I pulled into the cousins’ house in Santa Fe in good time, about 3:20 – having gone into the next time zone, gaining an hour of travel time helped!
Friday, November 19: On the road again! I left the ranch shortly after 8AM, and took mostly secondary highways – which, in a state as large as Texas, might as well be interstate highways! The speed limit is the same, and they usually have four lanes, divided. The nicest difference is that every 20 miles or so, you go through a town and get to slow down and use the muscles that have been focused on the gas peddle for too long! And it’s OK to stop along the side of the road and take photos like the one above, or stop for historical markers. Or turkeys.
There are nice picnic areas, sometimes along streams – the first was Bear Creek, upstream and down:
The next was at the San Saba River:
This part of Texas grows white things – cotton farms, wind farms, sheep farms, although I didn’t get any good photos of the sheep.
I drove hundreds of miles, rarely out of sight of wind turbines turning gracefully. But the above photo was taken at a rest area – one of the nicest I’ve seen, in a modest kind of way. It included tasteful tilework, the above sandstone with pictographs based on indigenous images, and a display that showed scenes of life in the area from 150 years ago – except for the wind turbine in one corner!
Doors to the restrooms
I stopped in Mason, to read one of the historical markers, and drive through the city park, which includes RV camping and a well kept bath house.
I ended the day in the small town of Lamesa, toward the western edge of the state, at 4:45 after 365 miles, with plenty of daylight to get a few rows of knitting done. Here’s tonight’s moon: