As soon as March comes around, it is time to get out of Texas. The potential for strong thunderstorms and tornadoes starts to become a real issue. And the temperature starts heading up.
I took a couple of days to travel. First stop was an RV Park in Uvalde, Texas. Quite a strange area, at least for me. Very farm-centric, lots of farm workers with cowboy boots. Next was Fort Stockton, where I hooked into some free wifi at an RV Park and downloaded some important updates I needed for development. Having to pay for generally slow bandwidth is amusing and odd in today's world. It is better than dial-up, for sure, and is the only way I can make my life-on-the-road work. But when I get access to unlimited bandwidth, it feels like turning a firehose on. And I tend to leave it on and splash in the waters for a while.
The journey from Uvalde to Fort Stockton was amazing. I took Texas 90, which hugs the Mexican border. At one point I had to go through a border control checkpoint. There was a german shepherd sniffer dog and they ran him around my van to check for contraband. I don't know if it was Buddha or whatever, but the sniffer dog started dancing in circles. It made me laugh, but the two border agents, both of whom seemed to be ex-military types, refused to smile. The dog was having fun, though. I went past lots of ghost towns. It was really kind of eerie. I don't know anything about the area, but everyone left for some reason. I was running a little low on gas at one point and saw a sign for a public school and thought I was surely entering an active town. But, no, it was just dusty closed buildings, including an old motel which looked kinda cool, but the windows were all busted out. In addition to the ghost towns, I was almost the only car on the road, with the exception of an occasional border patrol car. I started to think I was in a dream.
Another day of driving and I found my way to Brantley Lake State Park, about 15 miles north of Carlsbad, New Mexico. It was a nice and quiet place to stay, but was a bit bland. There was a lake, of course, but not much else. And it was flat. Desert nothingness. And true to my experience of New Mexico, the winds were freaking intense!


