We have been in the dry ol' desert for several months. The humidity has generally been 25% and lower (often much lower). Coming across eastern Arizona and southern New Mexico, the fire warnings are "Extreme" due to the dry conditions and wind. For the first 350 miles or so into Texas, the lack of rain has been apparent - this is the first time we haven't seen any desert blooms. What scrub-brush is out there has been more brown than green.
Heading out of the campground this morning, we were driving east, into the sun...
Yes, that is a ground layer of fog above.
Not much in the way of civilization once you head east from Fort Stockton... but, there is cell coverage most of the way. Joan got a call from friend MJ to see where are - they will be crossing our path (north to south), but are a couple hours ahead of when we would be in that area.
They left their home in the Tropical Tip yesterday - we are a few days apart. If all goes as planned, we'll be home in another day or two.
This boy is having a very bad day...
Heck of a place to break down. Rolling east, we start to see the first signs of the Texas Hill Country...
Rufus took turns on our laps once again, and was ready to roll this morning. Here he is, resting his head on my arm while I drive...
And, the other direction...
He entertained us during the drive - this is "cat hide and seek"...
Stretching out on the floor...
350 miles into Texas before we started seeing much greenery. No Bluebonnets yet.
At one point, Joan got out of her seat because Rufus was meowing at the bathroom door. When she went back to see if he needed the potty, he took over her seat...
On the scooter forum, a friend asked about double towing our length and wondered if there were any issues with that. Well, things do get a bit snug at some gas stations...
We probably could have passed on this station, but it was time for lunch, they had a McDonalds, I haven't had McDonalds in over a month, yadda, yadda, yadda. It was a bit of a squeeze getting out of that gas lane.
This boat passed us. Twice. A Customs and Border Patrol boat, with 3 300 horsepower outboards on the back. I didn't get a photo of it, but there was a Ford F-650 with CBP markings towing it.
Approaching mile marker 500, we began to see some flowers in the median and the side of the road...
Getting closer to San Antonio, construction ahead...
We have to make a navigation choice ahead: Loop 410 or stay on I-10 to I-35 back to I-10, and then I-37... right through the heart of downtown San Antonio. It may sound counter-intuitive, but we have had better luck with traffic going right through town. As we got close, traffic was backed up on Loop 410 - decision made. With all the Interstate changes, it is good to have a navigator keeping track of the upcoming turns so I can concentrate on traffic and lane changes. We're a good team.
Not so much as a slow down as we went through the city. We did try to time it so we would be ahead of the afternoon rush hour times.
Just south of San Antonio and settled into a nice long RV site so we don't have to unhook...
This is a good opportunity to dump holding tanks and have the coach ready to unload when we get home; not looking forward to the work of unloading, but we are excited to see what Rufus does in his new home. Two time zones, over 1,000 miles so far - he has handled it all just fine... as long as we are close by.
It is hot and humid here in south central Texas... quite a change from the last few months.
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