Today, you must be wondering where I have been since I got to Houston. The answer is in Busyville! We’ve hardly stopped to eat and sleep as Arden is moving off ahead and we are just trying to keep up! Worlds of work have gotten done, but that doesn’t finish my travel narrative, and I want to do that before I embark on the Houston Story.
We left Albuquerque and found that we had also left the mountains behind in the night and were now crossing vast stretches of land occupied by mesquite, pinyon pine and sagebrush. The sky was very blue and the sun very bright – everything they tell you to expect in “the Land of Enchantment” that is New Mexico.
We were so enchanted and busy listening to our audiobook, Dawn on a Distant Shore, by Sara Donati, that we didn’t take any more pictures until we were in Texas.
We had made the decision soon after leaving our motel that morning, that we were going to change our route so that we would miss the Ft. Worth/Dallas urban area. So, we left New Mexico at Clovis (I shall have to research the link between this town’s name and the name given to the paleontological “Clovis Man”).
In that area of Texas, the major crop seems to be windfarms. We went for miles seeing nothing on the south side of the highway but mesas covered with the tall, ghostly singularities that the windmills are – not close enough to be squadrons and not distant enough to be sentries in a vast, futuristic army. If this blog could support a panorama, I’d have a doozy to go here, but, instead will only offer this one shot.
You would think that, with all these windmills producing power, that Texas would be energy independent by now. These installations are showing up in more and more areas that we travel. I think the idea must finally be catching on.
Soon after entering Texas, we had another blessing by rainbow. A rain squall to the east of us sent down this one to wish us well on our journey:
And, no, that’s not a flying monkey in the sky near the right edge of the picture, that’s a bug on the windshield. Boy! Silvy sure needs a bath when we get to Houston.
We had rain off and on for most of the day. It was another reminder of the differences between here and home. A Texas rain squall is short and heavy, while one in Washington is slow and drizzly. The clouds are often very beautiful on their own and worth watching as much as is the terrain we passed through.
We did stop once to photograph a plant that we were seeing everywhere, but couldn’t identify from the car. One stop was enough to show us that it was the Euphorbia commonly called Snow On the Mountain. It is often used in cut flower arrangements, but is one of those plants that can become a pest because it seeds itself very prolifically. Seems to have done that in West Texas.
This is what it looks like:
We wended our way into Lubbock for the night and sought out another Golden Corral for dinner. We had taken a false sense of security from the excellent one in Orem, UT, and had to remind ourselves that each one was run be different people, and that the one we tried in Lubbock, would not be on our “visit again” list.
One more day to go! We should be in Houston by tomorrow night!