Winter In Phoenix travel blog

The land started out very flat and barren

Then we got to Tucumcari, joined the Interstate and the hills appeared...

Quickly the land became flat again but with some vegetation, even tumbleweeds

Into the next state, must be making progress

This windmill farm, the biggest we saw, went on and on

And another field had so many in the process of being built

The biggest stockyard we've seen in all our travels

Passing Cadillac Ranch, wonder if we could find our initials from 5...

Safely parked in Dumas, Texas...a lonely spot

Mother Nature put on a show for us, and notice we have...

A few things to mention before we move on to today's travels, now that we've had a chance to read up on where we've been - yesterday we traveled the Magdalena Trail (Highway 60), which was still used as recently as the 1930's to herd cattle to the rail head in Magdalena. Trail was up to 10 miles wide to allow farmers to find grazing land and every 10 miles a well was dug to provide water for the cattle. Can't imagine taking cattle through those high elevations. Speaking of elevations, yesterday trying to make sandwiches for lunch, the mayonnaise and the mustard kept exploding on Michelle, they had puffed up just a little!

Our last two nights we've had feral cats staying close to the bus, one slept under the tree by our door, we guess hoping for handouts. One of the campgrounds even warned us to be careful, the cats have been known to hitch rides in basement lockers of RV's.

This morning we got up and it was a pretty quick "get up and go". We were on the road by 9am and back on the old Highway 40 (Historic Route 66) once again. We'd travelled this stretch of road our first year out, but this time we were heading the opposite direction. Pulling out of Santa Rosa, the land quickly turned very flat. We were reminded by all the bill boards of the Old Route 66 and the little towns trying to pull us in... but we've already been there so on we travelled. It was sad to see so many empty stores in the downtowns along the highway, and so many ramshackle falling down houses from a time gone past.

By mid morning we crossed into Texas and another time change, only one hour different from home now. Since we needed a Texas map to back up our GPS which has been acting up (side note: GPS is not working right, GPS support said call them to help us fix the problem, except they are only open Mon-Fri... today was Saturday, hence the desire to have a paper map backup), and as we crossed the Texas border, the sign said the Visitor Center 41 miles ahead. Well, who puts their Visitor Center 41 miles inside the state line? We had planned on turning north before there, but since we wanted the map, we journeyed on. As we continued we realized that the interstate we were on was a tad more boring than the skinny little blacktop road we were on the day before. Yesterday, anything you saw was interesting, but today all we saw were billboards and more billboards oh and cars and trucks, lots of them. Mike kind of now missed the smaller roads, which is surprising since his biggest worry was - what if we break down, where will we pull over, how far away is a tow truck... today the rolling down the big interstate was not as much fun as it used to be. As we motored on, we passed water wells, oil wells, a huge wind farm and a huge stockyard (over a mile along the highway.) Then we passed Aiden, the half way point on Route 66 between LA and Chicago.

So, remember we talked about getting a map at the Visitors Center? Well as it turns out, there was no visitors center and we rolled all the way into Amarillo still searching... at this point we had to turn north if we wanted to hit any of the sights we'd planned on. So after a side track through Amarillo's business section we headed north, noticing the grass was starting to turn green and it was so nice to see. A quick stop for some groceries and we were off to find our campsite. Lo and behold, there was a Visitors Center. It was closed, but had stacks of maps outside, Texas, Kansas and a few others. Michelle stocked up so we won't have to stop at the next center.

Our planned stop for the night was a free camping spot in the town of Dumas, TX. And folks let us just be sure you realize that the town's name is not pronounced DUMBass... apparently people here in Dumas take exception to that. Anyhow, this little town provides a paved lot with posts to plug in, a dump station and water tap that you can use to fill up... all for free. Gotta love Texas! The spot is a little barren and, memories of other trips, it is right beside a rail line. So far only 4 trains, haven't heard one lately, maybe they've stopped for the night (fingers crossed.) We did have a beautiful sunset and in the morning we plan on playing a round of golf, just on the edge of town. Probably no post tomorrow, unless Michelle wins and needs to brag, again.

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