Did I mention that Texas is big, at all?
It’s cheap, though. It seems you can buy an acre of it for less than $1,000.
Another stiff 400-miler today, heading North and West towards the Kansas border. I tried to call in at a city called Wichita Falls, but judging by the downtown area it was abandoned in about 1950. I think the residents must have fled up the freeway ramps to safety.
Since that didn’t work and I was hungry, I drove into a little place called Electra instead. It still actually WAS 1950 here. Electra had nowhere to eat, or indeed do anything else, but I did discover it is the “pump jack capital of Texas”. So I’m glad I’ve seen that.
In Louisiana you can always see another McDonalds from the one you’re standing in, but not so in North Texas. Places to eat are few and far between. I started looking for lunch around 11am and finally ate it at 2pm. The roads were empty and long, and I once drove more than 25 miles with my arms folded. The scenery is now dry prairie, but at least it’s undulating.
I’m currently sitting in a Motel 6 in Amarillo, which is apparently also known as the Yellow Rose of Texas, and hence is immortalised in two songs. I haven’t been to look around yet but I’m just off out to treat myself to a Texan steak, before I leave the state. I don’t think I’ll have one of the steaks advertised outside a nearby steakhouse, though – they weigh four-and-a-half pounds!
35°11’31.15″N, 101°47’15.78″W, 850 miles
Today’s sensations: Hypnotised, from listening to chill-out music on long, straight roads. Searching my soul, trying to figure out everything I did wrong. Measuring clouds by driving across their shadows. Aware that for the first time in ages I have plenty of time to think, but unsure what to think about.