From Limon, CO south and east through the Colorado, Oklahoma and Texas plains, the prairie was again vast, expansive. The difference was that the color had changed from green to various shades of brown. Drought was very apparent. The vistas are not the same because you never go to the top of a mountain or high hill, nor do you see buttes rising in the distance to give perspective; but what you do see is scrub grass as far as you can see meeting where the blue sky dotted with white fluffy clouds extends past the horizon.
We did see fields of the ginormous windmills when we were 100 miles from any town. Amazing. Crockett and I thought the tripods had landed.
We also passed through wonderful forgotten towns: Kit Carson, Lamar, Dumas (wasn’t sure but thought I saw a Ding Dong Daddy), Radiator Springs (cutest little town in Carburetor County), Childress and Henrietta to name a few. We stopped for lunch at the Tastee Freeze and ran into Jack & Diane. She was still looking pretty good in those Bobby Brooks’ jeans. However, as Colorado became Texas, the antelope turned to cattle and the scrub grass to scrub trees. I knew it was summer solstice by the fact that it was daylight at 9pm and still 93 degrees after 8pm just outside of Wichita Falls.
I’m ready to be home but already thinking about the next excursion. When I get home I am going to have to compute my gas cost and other expenses. If you can make the time, these type of trips are not cost prohibitive. And, you get to see the best of America!
