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tanarillNeeds a large dose of Reality.
Route 66 Day 7:
So we started out along I-40 West because I-40 was built right over the Route most of the way through Texas. Almost as soon as we exited Oklahoma, the land got Flat. This is not flat like Michigan or Illinois or Kansas. This is Flat with a capitol F. A person standing here can see the twelve miles to the horizon, and if there were no horizon he'd be able to see forever.
So what to Texans do with all this Flat land? They raise a few crops, mostly Corn, and Beef. Lots of beef. At one point we passed what I sincerely hope was a shipping depot and not a slaughterhouse, and there were at least 1,000 head of cattle there. Lots and lots of Beef.
Amarillo was another of these nice cities built with a grid, so we didn't get Lost. We had Mexican food for lunch, but it did not make me sick. Then, instead of continuing on through the state like sensible people, we drove South along I-27 and then East a little to Palo Duro Canyon. It's . . . basically, its a big drainage ditch. A BIG drainage ditch. There wasn't much water there, but it is far greener than the surrounding land.
We went for a horseback ride. My body does not thank me for this.
Lat night, we camped. I remembered why I hate camping.
We got up ungodlyearly o'clock today and got the Hell out of Texas. Because.
Texas needs a large dose of reality. I'm sure it does not apply to all of them, but the ones we met were living in their own little word that has very little connection to Reality. Someone, probably lacha since she's sensible like that, needs to give the whole state a slap upside the head and a lesson in Common Sense.
That was Texas. Now we are in New Mexico, where people seem to have all the common sense that Texans lack. We'll see.
Route 66 Day 7:
So we started out along I-40 West because I-40 was built right over the Route most of the way through Texas. Almost as soon as we exited Oklahoma, the land got Flat. This is not flat like Michigan or Illinois or Kansas. This is Flat with a capitol F. A person standing here can see the twelve miles to the horizon, and if there were no horizon he'd be able to see forever.
So what to Texans do with all this Flat land? They raise a few crops, mostly Corn, and Beef. Lots of beef. At one point we passed what I sincerely hope was a shipping depot and not a slaughterhouse, and there were at least 1,000 head of cattle there. Lots and lots of Beef.
Amarillo was another of these nice cities built with a grid, so we didn't get Lost. We had Mexican food for lunch, but it did not make me sick. Then, instead of continuing on through the state like sensible people, we drove South along I-27 and then East a little to Palo Duro Canyon. It's . . . basically, its a big drainage ditch. A BIG drainage ditch. There wasn't much water there, but it is far greener than the surrounding land.
We went for a horseback ride. My body does not thank me for this.
Lat night, we camped. I remembered why I hate camping.
We got up ungodlyearly o'clock today and got the Hell out of Texas. Because.
Texas needs a large dose of reality. I'm sure it does not apply to all of them, but the ones we met were living in their own little word that has very little connection to Reality. Someone, probably lacha since she's sensible like that, needs to give the whole state a slap upside the head and a lesson in Common Sense.
That was Texas. Now we are in New Mexico, where people seem to have all the common sense that Texans lack. We'll see.
