| The bathrooms at the rest stops are
really pretty. There are mosaic tile designs inside of them.
We stopped at a truck stop for lunch and had steak and
fries just to see how Texas steak tastes. I think there is a tongue twister
in that sentence. We are passing a place called Colorado City and both agree
we don't want to live here. It looks really dry, flat and boring. There is
no cactus but there are Yuccas… enough said.
It seems most of the barns are made of galvanized
steel instead of wood. It looks like tin but Sir Knight tells me it's steel.
We are approaching the towns of Sand Springs and Big
Springs. We're out of cattle country now and definitely into oil wells.
Without blinking our eyes we passed through the city of Coahoma. We did not
see one human being there. We've still got 100 miles to reach our nights'
destination. I asked Paul the name of it but he can't remember. Doth I put
my faith in the wrong chariot driver?
We stop at a picnic area with an oil rig close by. I
took a picture of it. They sound like a swing singing in the desert. The
smell of crude oil is breath taking, extremely strong. I wouldn't want to
have to wear it as a scent. There must have been billions of dinosaurs
tromping around here at one time.
El Paso is 324 miles away. It is hot, dry and sandy
here. The shrubbery is gray and light brown. The sky is pale blue with a
trace of white clouds. No wonder the Indians were hostile. I'd be quite a
bit pissed off myself if I had to live here.
A sign at the side of the road entering the town of
Stanton, Texas reads, "Welcome to a Town of 3,000
Friendly People and a Few Old Soreheads". |
