A road well travelled
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For me, there was something quite bizarre about walking over to the bin with our rubbish in the warm morning sunshine, (though judging by the amount of litter around the car park not many people bother to do this) hearing a jolly inflatable Santa singing 'Jingle Bells' and watching the Texan complete with Stetson & boots get out of his huge truck that was towing a trailer full of ATV's. It doesn't seem like Xmas. After a quick visit to a supermarket that we know stocked the very palatable (and incredibly cheap) locally produced wine, we pulled out onto the main street - at the same time as a neighbouring fifth wheel. Malc noticed one of those digital display signs that give you the time & temperature, the 52 degrees was nice but the time, at an hour later than we thought was a bit of a shock! Of course... we had driven through a time zone yesterday, passed from Mountain Time to central... I think! We had remarked on this as it happened, but then it had slipped from our conscious memory. The 7o'clock alarm had in fact been 8.Oh well never mind - no trains to catch, our time is our own.
Yesterday, having left Las Cruces and turned East it felt as though we were on the home run - although we have zig - zagged a bit on our journey southwards from Canada, this was the first definite move towards Florida where our journey, sadly, will end. No decisions yet about what we will do then, maybe store Bree again for the next time, maybe sell him. We'll see.
I'm writing this as we are travelling, not something I do very often, partly because there is a limit to how long I can keep my head down before feeling sick - I know we've travelled thousands of miles you say, surely you can manage that by now! The other reason I don't retreat into the insular world of typing, is that I'm conscious of keeping Malc company, as it were, and there is always lots to see - and photograph!!
We had followed the I-10 to Fort Stockton and found ourselves among the hundreds of trucks that use this W - E route.
Eventually after about 20 miles of sprawl, no kidding, we left this shabby city behind and once more found ourselves on the open road. It was a strange feeling to know that we were retracing the steps of our former journey. A kind of comfort set in. Once away from the metropolis the road rolled out in front of us, still littered with those trucks but no impetuous city slickers!
Taking just a main road now, under blue skies painted with feathered clouds, we are on our way to Bracketville...Ok it's not a regular touristy spot. Its claim to fame is The Alamo Village, a film set where movies are made in Texas. Bizarrely someone had been out and 'decorated' a 20 odd mile stretch of the road with streamers...is it xmas?
We're now in our campsite, which itself is rather unique. www.fortclark.com Deer came to observe us soon after we parked; followed by wild turkeys...I think this'll be a great place to stay!
PS this armadillo came by as we were sitting out having drinks + nibbles with our neighbours!
Again it's great how really friendly people are.