And we are off! Finally! That adventure I have been in such
desperate need of has begun! There is nothing so relaxing as driving with an
open road before you, a friendly face beside you and endless possibilities of
what you may experience. Sure you have a general destination in mind but
anything between point A and point B is fair game.
Our dear friends Pixel and Shazam are heading to Campo,
California to embark on their honeymoon adventure hiking the Pacific Crest
Trail (Click here to follow them
on their adventure!), a 2700 mile stretch that will take them from Mexico
through California and into Canada. We are going to miss them while they are
gone so we figured what would make a better send off than to drive them to the
starting point in time for Kick-Off!
Leaving from Houston on I-10 we embarked upon phase one of our
road trip, an 11 hour drive to Roswell, New Mexico. I-10 is an American highway
stretching through the Southern states going from the East coast to the West
coast. Texas is deceptively large, look at Texas on a map and it doesn't look
that much larger than the states surrounding it but at 773 miles wide it dwarfs
them. (Considering the US is approximately 3000 miles wide that makes Texas
almost a third of its width!)
One of the many fabulous things about driving through Texas in the
spring is the wildflowers. Courtesy of Lady Bird Johnson the major highways of Texas
were beautified with wildflowers, so now when you drive through Texas in the spring
the highways are surrounded by an ocean of red & blue wildflowers. Driving West from Houston (other than the hill country) the land is remarkably flat.
You can look out of your window and literally watch the land disappear over the
edge of the earth. There is a certain beauty in this that is enhanced by the
wildflowers, large ranches and old windmills scattered along the way. As you
pass the ranches complete with Texas Longhorns, there is no doubt that you are
in Texas!
Houston, San Antonio, Junction. The sea of blue, red and green disappears
into the distance with the setting sun and we find ourselves driving into a
pitch black sky adorned with shimmering lights. From Junction through Fort Stockton
and on to Roswell we drove under a blanket of stars behind spotty clouds as the
man in the moon poked his head through a cloud to watch us make our merry way.
The lights of far-off cities glowing in the distance, only bright enough to
sparkle, look remarkably like the cat-eyes running down the center of the road. Yet, the most brilliant lights come from the drilling rigs scattered throughout the distance. Like bugs to a flame, the lights from the drilling rigs draw you in and you get
lost in their beauty. I find myself desperate to drive up and explore one, yet
with two oil men in the car happy to be home from the rigs, we were not about
to try to get any closer for a better peek.
Finally arriving in Roswell after 13 hours on the road, we are
tired and relieved to have made it to our first destination. As we get ready
for bed we hope no aliens decide to reappear in hopes of an abduction so we are
able to continue on our adventure in the morning.
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