For several days, we've kept a sharp eye on several weather sites. A nasty front moving across Texas and the South has done a lot of damage--much of it on the path that we have traveled the last three weeks. We have been very lucky. Tuesday morning, when we were camped in Fredericksburg, I watched a huge mass approach on the radar but sort of split before it got to us. We escaped with heavy rain but areas northeast of us in the Dallas area, eastern Texas, and Louisiana really got it. More was forecast for yesterday as we headed west again but we had some rain with a lot of low-hanging clouds. It was especially weird to watch windmills up on mesa tops drift in and out of the mist. When we arrived here at Fort Stockton, heavy black clouds were everywhere and it seemed impossible to escape another storm.
But the sun broke through for a spectacular sunset and we escaped again. This spot in west Texas seems to be kind of a crossroads. When we arrived here at the Ft. Stockton RV Park in mid-afternoon, there were lots of empty spots. But a steady stream continued during the afternoon until the place appears to be full. We've talked to several people who are on their way west and others on their way back from Arizona or New Mexico.
This is a really decent RV park. Like most private campgrounds, the spaces are small but level. I haven't checked out the showers yet but the laundry is very good with no threatening signs. There is a small restaurant which was closed last night for regular business because they had live music for a couple of hours and free pizza! A very enjoyable evening. I plan to buy Butch breakfast there this morning for his birthday--yes, he is now as old as me again. Then we will head north to Roswell, New Mexico and a little alien fun.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.