The Tent That Was Almost a Kite

Picture north Texas in your mind. What you have just imagined is probably spot on. Vast. Open. Dry. Low vegetation dots the landscape with cattle occasionally sprinkled in. Ranch entrances are few and far between. As you get closer to New Mexico plateaus start to appear. If you make it to Albuquerque you are welcomed by the Sandia Mountains. They are jagged and rough.  It all has a rugged beauty to it. It should be wearing boots, a cowboy hat, and smell of Stetson. 

This is what we saw for hours. Hours spent in the middle of no where. Mindi took a nap and woke to ask if I had seen signs for anything exciting. I haven't seen signs for anything period was the reply. We stopped in Adrian, Texas at the midpoint of Route 66. It has a population of 166. The whole county is bigger than Rhode Island and has a population of 2,500. Nope, no signs of anything exciting. 

Amarillo brought the most excitement. Thank you Texas for keeping the random roadside attractions alive. Cadillac Ranch. Completely random yet so fun! We left our mark! 

You can relive the crusifiction in Groom, Texas. It was quite beautiful. 

Then there are these. Intriguing they are. They can withstand winds of 125 mph. At winds of 35 mph they produce enough energy to operate 100 100watt lightbulbs. They also add interest to the landscape. 

Tonight was our first night camping. We pulled in, figured out the late arrival process, and headed to our site. It was windy. Putting up a tent in the wind is comical. It really doesn't work out all that great! John, a nice passerby, offered to help. We accepted this offer. (Although we didn't really NEED the help!) We got the tent up and were so proud. 

It was at about this point that I start looking for an outlet. We chose and paid for a site with electricity. (Gotta stay plugged in!). No outlet to be found. Why? We are in the wrong site. T3 and TV3 are easily confused. John is gone at this point and we are faced with a choice. Fight the wind again or stay put. We chose the most logical choice...fight the wind. But we are smarter this time. We don't take the whole tent down, we simple pick it up and move it the 50 or so yards to where or should be. It's a good sized tent. Picking it up and carrying it was hysterical. I wish I would have been in a nearby RV watching this happen. Needless to say, all worked out well and we had a great night! John came back around and was impressed and we plugged all devices in.