Windmill Country, Take Two

As we got closer to central Texas, we started to see more windmills. As I mentioned near the start of the trip, I'm in love with these things -- they're so unlike something I'd see on the landscape when I was younger, and they're very elegant in motion and not.

I had hoped to get a juxtaposition of one of the numerous Ten Commandments billboards that dotted the landscape and a windmill so I could have make a "Windmills of the Gods" title, but I'll take what I can get. :)

Welcome to Texas

We drove across the entire country, and West Texas was the only place we got pulled. We got off with a warning (I think the amount of crap we had in the back seat backed up our story about moving across country).

I actually thought about how risky it would be to take a picture of even the guy's car, and Betsy was a little worried I shot even a picture of the side mirror. Stories like this one bear out the wisdom of this -- plus, who really likes to nibble on CF cards anyway?

Silo Town

West Texas went like this: Nothing, nothing, nothing, small town, grain silo, hey, a cow!

As we blasted across the state, I started imaging what we could do to make such a trip productive. Maybe, perhaps, one could stop at every grain silo on the highway, and do a photo study of each one. Sadly, when we finally got to a spot with adequate cell coverage, I found out that Becher & Becher had beaten me to it.

Guilty confession: I find their visual studies a little highbrow and sterile. You want an awesome picture of a silo, check out Brad over at All City, who nailed it.

This Way to West Texas

We left Santa Fe and headed off on our longest drive -- twelve hours on the road to Austin. To get there, we would have to first cross West Texas.

You know how people blank out experiences which are too traumatic? I wish there were something like that for really boring experiences, because that's what West Texas was like: Hundreds of miles of nothing, with the occasional cow or grain silo to break things up, and the fool's promise of more than one bar of cell coverage as we drove.