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Fort stockton
Drove from Fort Stockton to Kerrville. Wind and rain. Short day. We’re getting east now. We crossed over to the eastern half of the Texas map. Back in the central time zone. Got some humidity too. Buckhorn RV Resort. It’s definitely a big-rig park.
Grandkid update
Austin.
Fort stockton
Now we’re getting somewhere. Now we’re in Texas. East of I-25. Haven’t been there lately. We’ve been as far west as San Diego this trip. We’re way east of that now. Even after driving this far east though, we’re still in the west. We’re in West Texas. I love driving this bus down the highway. West Texas speed limit; 80 mph. The truck speed limit is 70. Mostly we just hang with the trucks. We stop for the day before the driving gets old. As a side benefit to that, if you don’t drive more than about 300 miles a day, you only have to stop for fuel every other day. One tank in Benson Arizona; the next tank in Fort Stockton. Two more days before the next tank. We didn’t see the roadrunner at the park in Las Cruces. We’ve stopped at the KOA in Fort Stockton however, and will eat at the Roadrunner Café. Chicken fried steak. A tradition. Scaled quail, pyrrhuloxia, white-tailed deer and javelina.
Las Cruces
We’ve been looking for Montezuma Quail. We’ve been seeing Gamble’s Quail. We’ve moved on. We’ve been out west for a long time. We’re doing a major relocation. Arizona to New Mexico. Patagonia to Las Cruces. East side of the Continental Divide again, but still out west. And at the rest stop at lunch… a flock of scaled quail.