They call it Texas because it “takes us” days to get across the darn state. We spent Saturday night at the Hampton Inn in Marshall, TX, and were on the road about 10 o’clock the next morning. I was dreading going through the Dallas-Fort Worth area because there’s always so much traffic, but by hitting it at midday on a Sunday it really wasn’t all that bad. There was a lot of traffic, as expected, but it moved right along.
We spent the night in Midland, Texas, which is in the middle of the oil patch. It’s a busy place, but not somewhere I could live. One night was more than enough for us. This morning (Monday) we were back on the road, rolling west on Interstate 20.
El Paso is another town that always has a lot of traffic and road construction going on, and this trip was no different. A few times we had fools changing lanes at the last minute in front of us without signaling, but we made it through the gauntlet.
You know that saying, “Don’t mess with Texas?” Apparently there’s some truth to it, because when we were half a mile from the New Mexico state line, I said goodbye to Texas and suggested something the state could do with itself. Or maybe to itself. I no sooner got the words out of my mouth when a rock flew up from nowhere and hit the middle of the windshield, leaving a nasty chip. Terry was in the glass business for many years and has seen a lot of windshield chips, and said this is one that will probably spread before we can do anything about it.
We got to Lordsburg, New Mexico about 4:30 in the afternoon and checked into a motel room for the night, with 470 miles under our belts for the day. We had dinner at a place called Kranberry’s Chatterbox that we have heard about for years. The food was okay, but the young man serving us seemed like he would have much preferred to be home playing video games.
We will be in Mesa, Arizona tomorrow, where we will spend a week visiting Terry’s parents and sisters, then we’ll go to our old hometown of Show Low for a week for two granddaughters’ graduations.
Our truck has the 5.7L V8 HEMI eTorque engine, and running with the cruise control on at 75 miles per hour across Texas, we were averaging 20.8 miles per gallon. Keeping it at 65 miles per hour got that number up to 21.8 miles per gallon, but if you tried to drive at 65 out there, you’d get run over before too long.
I don’t know if it’s due to my ongoing back issues or something else, but during this entire trip, after about three hours of driving I start getting intense pain in my tailbone. So much so that we stopped at a Walmart, and I bought one of those seat cushions that has a little cut out in the back for the tailbone, hoping that would alleviate some of the discomfort, but it hasn’t. After about three hours of driving, I have to stop and get out and walk around for a few minutes, then get back in the truck and I can usually get another hour or two before the pain starts to be too much to handle and I do it again.
Eventually I have Terry drive, and I can move around more in the passenger seat trying to get comfortable without worrying about running off the road. I have never had this issue before when driving the truck or anything else, including 18+ years of driving a motorhome all over the country.
That’s about it for this time around. I’ll have something more for you in a day or two.
Thought For The Day – The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.