With that out of the way, we're overnighting at a Flying J in New Mexico. We heard their chicken wings calling us. Road food we've come to love over the years. The fact that we needed to fuel the Journey also weighed in on our choice of stopovers. We'll use the dump station in the morning.
403 miles driven today, looks like I'm backsliding in my plan to drive shorter days. Can't help it, I like to drive. An earlier start must be to blame. ;c)
The last time I drove through Texas some years ago, the landscape was covered with oil well pumping stations. Now there is hardly one to be seen in the panhandle. Instead, there is a new crop. Giant windmills. Everywhere you look. Energy from a different source. The farmers who lease the land the windmills are on must be enjoying their "windfall".
What's that up in front of us, a Prevost popping a wheelie?
Nope, it's being towed by a huge tow truck. Nice to know that even big dollar RVs can break down like the rest of us. Gremlins have no qualms about attacking even the costliest rigs.
Then there is that odor you smell miles before you see it, the cattle stockyards. Enough to clear out even the stuffiest nose. Glad I'm not riding my motorcycle!
It's been interesting to see the variety of prices on the diesel fuel we use. Usually the cheapest price is either in a station too small to get into or we come upon it after we've filled the tank a bit back down the road. Gas Buddy may tell you where the best deals are, but I don't want to bend the basement doors on the Journey trying to squeeze into a station to save a few cents. Body work can wipe out any savings, so I'll gladly spend a few bucks more to avoid bodyshops.
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