Why is the sky brown, you ask. That’s West Texas, I say.
We left Kilgore Tuesday and, with a fuel stop in Eastland (look! Is that Mark Rosen? Fancy meeting you here.) we spent our first night a mile or so west of Eastland. By 9 Wednesday, we were headed to Midland, Odessa and, thence to Fort Stockton. I don’t believe the blowing sand damaged the paint on truck or trailer, but it sure wrought havoc on the view — NOT that there’s much of anything there to see. To all my oil field friends who work in the Permian Basin: please accept my condolences.
The wall of sand in the picture obscured the view from our overnight spot in Fort Stockton.
Thursday to El Paso, uneventful but for for a trailer issue. The hydraulic stabilizing jacks on the left/driver’s side failed… jacks would not stay retracted. A local RV repair guy-and-gal… thanks Rudy and Rose … on Friday wired the jacks securely out of the way and sent us packing. Monday, in Surprise, AZ — where we’ve already committed to a new AC — the techs at Camping World will replace the left side jacks.
Friday night we slept soundly in a tiny RV park, Ft. Wilcox RV, outside Wilcox, AZ. We dawdled this morning, I admit it, because we knew we were only traveling 70 miles today.
At the moment and for the night, we’re at Crazy Horse RV Park –a sprawling park with tons of trailers and motorhomes squeezed into tiny spaces. Lots of snowbirds here with a pool (yes, those crazy Albertans are swimming) plus cards and bingo in the rec center.
Today was a short travel day… we’ve made dinner plans in Tucson with a pair of old friends from my Colorado days, Bob and Dru Short.
For now, having escaped West Texas, we have sand inside and must tend to some housekeeping.
I’m so glad you’re back on the road again. I so love reading of your adventures.
Stay safe and get on down the road my dear friend.
Thanks, Nellie! We’re delighted to be back on the road.
BJ and I once encountered a dirt storm closely followed by a mud storm while driving to Hobbs, New Mexico with our parents. The mud storm was true mud blowing on us when the flying dirt mixed with a hard rain. I hope to avoid Lemesa for the rest of my days.
Be careful in the wind. And have fun.
We wondered whether rain would end the dust or turn it to flying mud.