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Woke up the rooster, as usual, and was on the road by 7:00am (MDST). It was a very uneventful and sort of boring ride, as rides go. A short jog down I-25 catching US380 at San Antonio, NM, heading east to Post, TX, a smooth 352 miles on one highway. Excepting big interstate slab rides, I don't usually get to do that many miles on one road very often. In Post I turned south-east on US84 stopping in Sweetwater for the night. I was thinking I would head on into Abilene and visit WT and the Crider gang, but I was bushed and didn't think it prudent to push on the additional 50 miles. Plus, in the back of my head there was my mother saying, "Don't wear out your welcome." She's usually right in such things, so I didn't.
I don't know the name of the plant, but these "tufty" little things were blooming on the side of the road for most of the trip in New Mexico.
The "flower"-looking things are really fine individual "hair-like" growths clumped together. Pretty in clumps along the roadway.
Lot of little yellow and red flowers along the way. This scene is on the roadway in New Mexico.
And they call Montana the "Big Sky" country. It doesn't get much bigger than this.
Found a motel in Sweetwater about 6:30pm, dead on my feet. The clerk was very helpful getting me a room on the ground floor where I could park Betsy right outside. Can't say I was awfully impressed as I listened to the guy on the floor above me walking across his room for what seemed like most of the night.
I found a restaurant a short distance down the road named 'Skeeter's Grill,' I think. I'm not sure because it, like its food, is definitely not to be remembered. At least not favorably. I was thinking it would be sort of an upscale grill with a bar and nice accoutrements. When your idea of "southern-fried" fish is cod dredged in corn meal you don't understand "southern-fried" anything. It deteriorated from there. But, I didn't die. You run into the good, bad, and ugly eating on these trips.
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