Dang! Everything's bigger in Texas including the speed limit. That's a big 8-0 on the highway out of Johnson City.
Daisy's not worried since I have her safely in a choke-hold.
But just east of Fort Stockton, Texas, where we spent one of our last nights on the road, we saw one horrible accident. An SUV pulling a small U-Haul trailer raced by us doing at least 85. It went out of control, flipped and rolled into the median. Fortunately, the traffic was light and everyone who saw the accident stopped to help free the passengers from the crushed vehicle. Big rigs, RVers, delivery trucks: everyone pulled over. People were yelling and running pell-mell to the median. One young woman came up to us in a panic and asked if we had a knife to cut the seatbelts from the victims. Paul gave her his shiv while I called 911. Not long after at least a dozen emergency vehicles (overkill, to be sure) showed up from God knows where since there was not a town in sight for twenty miles. Anyway, we had done all that we could (Daisy included) so continued the journey west.
A couple of days later we pulled into our little place (about the size of the truck mirrors) in southern Arizona just in time for the HOT weather.
So since we're already looking for cooler temps, these rolling stones take off again real soon. Happy Trailerblazing and see you on the road.