A rainy, cosy night in the tent at Bottomless Lakes, outside Roswell. Eight sinkholes that cowboys back in the day measured the depth of, and ascertained that they went right through to China. A more modern attempt puts them all between 17′ and 90′. Morning was nice and apart from a wet tent and boots it was a lovely morning. I didn’t even feel like throwing at our neighbours the McDonalds rubbish they left on their site as they pulled away. I’m not my usual self.
Crossed in Texas a short while ago. Our aim is to drive straight through (stopping for sleep) to have a day in Louisiana before we get to Jackson, Mississippi. Must be a lot of slow skunks here, as every few miles there’s a dead one and the car fills with foul skunky odours.
Not a lot to look at on this leg of the trip. Oil pumps, refineries, trucks, billboards for boots. The highest speed limit we’ve seen (80mph), everything really is bigger in Texas. Check out the jerky selection! Fortunately one brand had a 2-for-1 offer which solved the choice problem for us.
You can’t even hide from choice in the solitude of the men’s room around here. This cologne-spraying dispenser only needs a quarter for a puff of feeling fantastic. The hard part: Polo, Drakkar, Obsession, Eternity, or Polo Sport!
Yes! Texas really is bigger than Gemmola! The coffee selection alone baffled her, then she found this unbreakable travel mug…
Keep this up. Am ejoying it. Have you lost any hours when you were in or around Roswell??? Beware the aliens……..
Man I like the coffee mug