Denver to Houston
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The journey went on 207 south for a while and then I veered west towards 27 south. Along the way I found cattle fields and some unusual domed storage units, but the biggest pleasure was to be escorted by a band of ibises along a portion of the flooded plains. Passing Tulia brought pleasant memories of unpleasant times, as it reminded me of the time AMSM and I decided to hike into Caprock Canyons State Park. Tulia serves as the gateway to the canyon, and we, well I, scheduled a hiking trip into it during a summer some time ago, when the area was experiencing record highs, with temperatures in to 100s. Story goes that we got lost because of some unmaintained signs. I do recall that the thought did cross my mind, that they would find our dried up skeletons just a few yards away from our car.
As I reached Lubbock, I veered south-east on 84, where the landscape is peppered with old, faithful oil pumps. Along 84 I came across an old familiar sight, the first windmill farm I ever saw.
My original plan was to cut east on 180 and approach Albany, my destination for the night, from the west. However, I missed the turn at Snyder and ended up hitting I-20 at Stillwater. This tourne out to be a nice miss, since I ended up approaching Albany from the South East, via 351. There I witnessed the booming growth of power windmills, with units sprouting all over the landscape, along with deployment villages and the massive transports of the windmill parts. |
