So that means each day is getting shorter. But we’re going north, so not only is each day getting shorter, it’s getting longer at the same time!
Trinidad Lake State Park. No camping cabin. This one counts.
Cold northern winters tend to be a little too cold so they move south. Now that we’ve moved south, as we get older, the summer heat is getting to be a bit much!
We’re in Lubbock tonight. Triple digits. Still too hot to camp. We’ve gotten out of that South Texas gulf coast humidity though. It feels better. Tonight, we got a deluxe cabin.
It has a bathroom. We get to shower without going outside!
After two day’s drive, now we’re as far north as Southern California!
“Going where the weather suits my clothes” is an old hobo saying from the early 1900s. Fred Neil, a singer songwriter, used the phrase in 1966 when he wrote Everybody’s Talkin’. The Harry Nilsson version of Everybody’s Talkin’ was a hit in 1969. It was an even bigger hit after it was featured in Midnight Cowboy.
The song is about not being able to connect with the busy bustling world and wanting to go back home to a simpler time. The cool thing is, the guy who wrote this song, Fred Neil, he made enough in royalties to do what he wrote about. He moved back home to Florida and retired into obscurity.
Don’t know where we’re going.
Don’t know how long we’ll be gone.
We’re going where the weather suits our clothes.