|It's too early!|
The vehicles were masterfully packed which allowed us to all ride in the truck and tow the car as a sort of trailer, stuffed full with our basic necessities. It was interesting to watch the landscape change ever so slightly as we added on miles. The soil became a little more red, we reached the point where meadowlarks overwinter, prickly pear cacti speckled the ground, armadillos became roadkill and we gawked as people scraped up those roadkilled armadillos (seriously, we watched someone pull over, get out of their truck and shovel and armadillo into their truck bed).
|We asked Claire to drive when I got too tired . . .|
|Fixing the tarp...|
We still feel like foreigners. We have to print directions each time we venture out further than a mile from home. The warm weather and green grass seems unnatural for the middle of winter. I think I'm going through animal withdrawal too--it's been almost three days since I've touched anything with fur or scales or feathers. I've got plans to visit the local zoo very soon.
|Hanging in the hotel halfway down to Texas.|
Here will be home soon enough. I imagine it will be hard to say goodbye when the time comes to go back to our home in Iowa. It could become an au revoir if the company offers Jack a full time position. Again, all a matter of time.
|It looks like the sunsets down here are spectacular too.|