Notes from the road.
I have decided to leave the descriptions of our last stops to Graham and concentrate on the joys and tribulations of the life on the road – literally.
We are now heading east for the first time, a start on the long journey home. We’re in Central Texas and although 4 nights ago we had , here it is in the 30’s, while our inside thermometer hit 40 degrees yesterday, in the closed up RV. The ever present warm winds do cool things down, and as we know this is a dry heat and much more manageable.
One thinks of the south east as cotton country, but we have driven for a least 5 hours south and east through Texas cotton fields stretching from horizon to horizon. In spite of the ever-present irrigation canals and machines, we saw dust blowing from the tractors as they plowed the ground and USA Today, today noted that Texas was suffering one of the worst droughts of the past 100 years.
The roads hear have a 70 mph (or 120 Kph speed limit) even on the secondary highways. Which is why I was surprised to be stopped by Texas police within an hour or entering the state (and 15 minutes of taking the wheel) – a courtesy stop to tell us that our headlight was out (actually it was our day time light so it was no problem in the end. Once my heart rate returned to normal, I headed off again and within 10 minutes was pulled over by a second patrol car. This guy said that he had trouble reading our license plate and just wanted to make sure that we had one. Graham proceeded to state that we had 4 long trips to the US and had never been stopped until today, and then got stopped twice in 10 minutes. Luckily this cop had a sense of humor and we all laughed and were on the road again, me keeping my eyes peeled for flashing lights, things always happen in 3 don’t they.
Back to the speed limit. Everybody drives the speed limit including those trucks hauling houses and they have no support trucks with them like at home. Twice I have looked back in the mirror to see houses speeding toward me (probably mot exceeding the 70 mph speed limit). They take up 1 and a quarter lanes so the only way they can pass, and believe me they want to pass, is to wait for a devided way, or wait for the slower driver, ie. Me, to pull over to the edge of the highway.
One last driving incident. When we left Albuquerque, after our enjoyable visit with Pat and Rick, we decided to only do a mornings drive, given heavy wind predictions (gusts to 70 mph in the afternoon). We had arrived at our chosen park and were slowly making our way to a site, driving about 5 mph when we heard a crash and a scraping sound. The bike support had broken and the bike was on the road but still in the rack and miraculously unscathed. Luckily two young guys with a pickup truck were right behind us and they helped Graham remove the bike and the rack. We were directed by the Ranger to Fort Sumner, only 15 miles away, and to a Windmill building company that did welding. Two Hispanic welders, who came highly recommended, put our rack back together within two hours and we were back on the road. That makes two thirds of the rack repaired, leaving only one third un repaired, that being the part the bike actually rests on. I try not to think about it.

Such are the joys of the road, but what the heck – we still love it.
Corinne