|Kansas, Nebraska?? Nope New Mexico!|
Left dear friends in North Texas with prayers & hugs. Headed through silent oil fields and navigated a flock of tumbleweeds. Got buzzed by a crop duster doing acrobatics as he dusted his fields. Talked to an old friend. Watched the oil fields give way to crops. Pondered the differences between west Texas, north Texas & the Texas area designated “national grassland” but found non. Saw some cowboys. Honked the horn as I crossed the state line. Which prompted loud singing of the Dixie Chicks “Heartbreak town”. Made the change from the playlist of my mind to an actual playlist and did an awesome “Cowboy Take me Away” duet with the Dixie Chicks. Pondered why New Mexico looked so much like grassland … even without the official designation. Felt like I was on the Nebraska or Kansas plains. Saw lots of sunflowers. Honked the horn when changed time zones too. It is sort of cool to get to redo an hour … plus I kind of just like to honk the horn.
|Always good to ck the rearview.|
I took pictures through my rearview mirror, watched a thunderstorm cross the plains and as B.B. sang about the Thrill being gone, I decided the thrill of anticipating what is over the next rise in the road will never be gone. Once a road warrior always a road warrior, you can change the size of the wheels but the thrill remains the same.
Passed through a couple gully washers & was happy to lose of some of the bugs on the windshield.
|Woo hoo Mountains!|
Then we saw foothills! The terrain quickly changed from wide-open grassy plains to a winding, sunflower lined mountain road with a creek crisscrossing our path. Deer grazed off the side of the road and a couple of blue birds raced us around a curve. Big Daddy Weave’s “Overwhelmed” came up on the playlist “Captivated by Your beauty, I am overwhelmed by you”. Overwhelmed … Overwhelmed indeed! Being a mountain girl, there is nothing like the beauty of the mountains.
|Mtns & sunflowers|
With storms forecast for the evening, I opted to forgo any chance for drama and I dished out the extra dough to have a roof over our heads rather than the stars. It was a good choice. As I sit down to write on my little cabin porch, the air is crisp, the aspen are quaking in the wind, hummers are buzzing about, the sound of a harmonica playing softly fills the air and Dog is laying peacefully at my feet. Couldn’t ask for a more perfect ending to our day on the road.
|Any place run by Ducky's relatives is alright by me!|