Friday, February 10, 2017

So far

After a 350-mile day I'm crashing in a motel (not hotel) in Ozona, Texas. The scenery looks a little less like desert. It's not as flat and there are mesquite and juniper trees instead of just rabbit brush and creosote.

I could probably reach the Gulf in another long slog, but my saner, more tired self wants me to do it in two parts. It depends on what stopping places I can find. My brain says to stop writing. It wants to shut down for the night.


  1. LOL! That's crossing Texas for ya!

  2. oyster house in fulton beach
    happy hour oysters $5.50 dozen
    right of the boats docked 10 feet away