Wide open spaces and oven-like heat, that’s what West Texas is like in July. And lots of little towns that you have to slow down from 80 miles per hour, first to 55, and then all the way to 35. And if you don’t, you can be sure that the local sheriff’s deputy in each little town will gleefully nab you for speeding since those fines are a key source of revenue for each town. So up to the Texas border it is fast, then slow travel…a lesson in patience. Now it is dark and we are speeding through New Mexico, our room reservation in a town an hour ad a half away. The night is partly cloudy and the road is open, not too many trucks. So far we’re driving 80. Hopefully, no highway construction ahead to slow us down. We left Sherman at 9:30 and drove to Fort Worth to do some work on our daughter’s condo there. We left there at 2 and now it’s 10:21 Central Time/9:21 Mountain Time. We will get to the hotel by midnight Central Time, if all goes well. I love cross-country driving. I love the open countryside and the wide open sky. The terrain has shifted from the flatness of West Texas to the buttes of New Mexico. Every time we drive through here, I always imagine what it was like for the Native Americans who enjoyed this country before the white man arrived. How wonderful it would have been to ride a horse over this clean, wide-open plain. A glorious experience, I have no doubt. As for us, we get at least a taste of those vistas from our car. A treat indeed!
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