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After a great breakfast with the Crider bunch (sounds like sort of a west Texas outlaw group, doesn't it?), I hit the road about 7:30am. At Becky's suggestion I decided to to US277 down through San Angelo. She promised it was a prettier ride than the usual US83/67 route. I was a nice, hilly ride for the first half...and pretty as predicted.
Not too far down US277 this notched butte.
Lots, and I mean lots, of windmill farms out here. And it wasn't hard to see why...the wind was gusting to about 30-35 mph for most of the trip today.
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Ran into this historical marker near San Angelo. Reading this you get a picture, and a lot of respect, of the indomitable spirit of the folks who settled this wild land. Note section, "Crew and passengers wore guns to reduce danger of Indian attacks..."
I turned southwest out of San Angelo on US67 through Big Lake (didn't see one) and McCamey, avoiding the big slab as long as I could. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid it long and joined I-10 just before Fort Stockton leading to a long, long, and boring, boring ride down the interstate. Of course, there ain't a heck of a lot out here all that interesting. After getting on the interstate I could really feel the heat coming up off that thing, so made the comfort or security decision in favor of the former, shedding the armored jacket for the Underarmor long sleeved shirt.
West Texas scenery near Van Horn, TX.
Closer look at the bigger hill (?).
Teepee table covers at rest stop. You'll note no Indians out here in the Teepees. Smart folks those Indians. It's hotter 'n hell out here and it isn't even July-August yet.
A long a boring ride later and I made El Paso. My camping out theory went down before the west Texas sun so I stopped and found a nice, air conditioned hotel room with WiFi connection. Man, this roughing it is really hard on a feller.
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