I was all alone…

I started my journey today at 7:00 AM, leaving Farmington, New Mexico, headed toward Albuquerque. By the time I left New Mexico, I counted 6 Native American Reservations I traveled through. That’s a lot. Some of which I have never heard of before.

I did “get my kicks, on route 66.” Not much to get excited about. It is just an old road that hasn’t been maintained. I drove about 5 miles on the old hwy, and then decided that the interstate was faster and smoother, so i jumped back on it.

About 20 miles outside of Roswell, I snapped this photo. Not sure what it is…maybe some of you can identify it.

At one point today I realized I was the only person, as far as the eye can see, on the road, so I snapped these pictures so you could see my loneliness.

Crossing the Texas border, I came to the stark realization that Texas has absolutely no mountains, hills, mounds, piles of dirt, or anything higher than a foot or two. This state is as flat as flat can be. And the roads are as straight as straight can be. I think Texas is going to take me a full two days to cross.
On these long straight, flat roads my mind starts to wander and ponder life’s great mysteries. Today I pondered these deep thoughts:

Why doesn’t McDonalds sell hot dogs? At a movie theater, which arm rest is yours? What is Satan’s last name? (Here’s a good one, as I’m driving east) How far east can you go before you’re going west?

Well, I’ll sign off until tomorrow. Just be prepared…tomorrow will probably be a long boring day of nothing. (Maybe I’ll ponder some more deep thoughts and have some answers for you tomorrow)

…on second thought, I am going through Waco. 🙂