The above photo shows our home for the last 4 days/3 nights. We dropped the trailer off at the broker’s yard early Tuesday morning hoping to get it back the next day. This is what the next three days consisted of:
Craig dialing his cell phone
Female with heavy Spanish accent answering “ Broker’s office”
Craig “ I’m checking on trailer RGN4822. Is it back yet”?
“No Senor, nada”
Craig “ Thank you”
Now repeat that same conversation every two hours for three days straight in between watching television and doing laundry at the hotel. We didn’t dare leave to go see a movie or find a good BBQ place, although there were many, in the hopes that the trailer would be returned and we could get back on the road again.
Then miraculously on the evening of our third day we were given hope. After informing our dispatcher of our predicament, she checks and tells us there is a backup at the border and that it should arrive at the yard by 10pm. We make one last call around 7:30pm to find it is still not there, then proceeded to treat ourselves to a great salad at a Red Robin down the road. I of course. for all my troubles, decided to partake in a couple of spirited lemonades, if you know what I mean.
The next morning, Friday, we are up bright and early to be the first one on their doorsteps to reclaim our trailer. We arrive at their yard, make the now infamous phone call, and much to our delight we are told the trailer is there loaded with 6 boats.
To say we were happy to be back on the road and headed out of Texas is an understatement. Just look how happy we are.
This area of Texas has been so hot, but then from watching the news it seems like everywhere has been unseasonably warm this summer. We were so glad to be headed to the Seattle area and cooler weather.
While driving down the freeway I happened to pay attention to the speed limit sign and noticed what all Californians would love to see along their freeways:
Not that it would make much difference, it would then just let them rationalize in their minds they could go 100MPH, not that they don’t do that already.
We settled in for the night at a very small truck stop in Fort Stockton, Texas after a 565 mile day, planning on making an early start in the morning, which we did leaving around 5am as the sun was rising.
Now, Texas is not a state to be out done by another, so like New Mexico, they tend to decorate their overpasses as well, although Texas seems to be more into murals. Check these out:
As we got closer to El Paso, Texas we actually bordered right along side the Rio Grande and the Mexican border. It was quite a contrast to see the difference in the housing from one side to the other. Take a look at the Mexico side and a picture of the Rio Grande.
Some of the other cities we passed today were Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, and I got to tell you, they must have chosen consequences when playing that game because what I saw of the city wasn't much to brag about. The other was City of Elephant Butte, now of course we called it City of Elephant Butt and quite enjoyed the humor of it.
Now I never knew how popular Craig was until recently. Not only is there a city named after him, but now to find out a Fort as well. Craig was more than happy to pose next to his namesake.
That about brings us up to date after our long delay in Pharr, Texas. We hope to be almost into Idaho by tomorrow evening. I'll update again from Washington State.
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