As we headed west towards Texas the clouds broke and soon disappeared. Unfortunately the calm winds disappeared too.
We agreed to stop at the first Texas Rest Area. They don’t have a welcome center at the border. We had to drive 50 miles.
The truck side didn’t have trash cans—what’s with that. And they didn’t have a sidewalk to the picnic area where the trash cans were. So I hiked up over the hill to deposit a little gift from the dogs. The car side was much nicer and had a spectacular view too. Only when I was heading back did I see the signs to stay away from the tall grass and rocks as there may be rattlesnakes. Fortunately I didn’t go near either but it would have been nice to know ahead of time.
Stopped for the day in Amarillo at a pretty nice place called Amarillo Ranch RV Park. Sherry and I made a Walmart run as we both needed a few items. Then we went to downtown Amarillo to find the Polk Street Historic District. There were several mansions built between 1905 and 1915. Too bad I didn’t have my camera. Tom and Jim stayed back at the “ranch” and made use of the pool and hot tub.
For supper we headed to the Big Texan Steak Ranch, home of the 72 oz., free if you can finish in an hour, steak. We had coupons for Chicken Fried Steak. The campground called a limo for us (restaurant service).
Of course we had to do all the touristy stuff.
Good friends, good food, good times.