check-in to a campsite before they all closed that we overshot the place we
wanted. Turning round proved unhelpful as we somehow missed the turning
again and finished up changing time zone a second time...and then of course
a third time before settling in at the Eagle's Nest RV site. It was still quite a
while before we could go to bed however. First, the campsite owners kept us
gassing for ages - we noticed that people became increasingly verbose and
friendly as we travelled east. Second we received extremely slow service at
the local Pizza Hut, eventually managing just one slice each as time had
dulled our appetites. Easy lunch for the next day at least.
Three days out from San Diego, and with Emma still suffering from her New
Year cold, we were forced to follow a long day of driving with a replay that
saw us eat up the tarmac between Van Horn, Texas, and San Antonio, still
Texas. Forced is possibly a strong word to use in this context, however we did
have little choice about driving on, partly because we wanted to stop for a day
in San Antonio, and partly because there was just nothing else near Van Horn
to occupy us for a day there.
The most striking thing about this day on the road was 'isn’t Texas
huge!' More mountains, like massive regular steps cut into the earth, and
empty plains, were again our only visual companions for much of the day. So
monotonous was the landscape that playing eye-spy was too easy and kept
us going for less than five minutes.
'Eye-spy with my little eye something beginning with C'
'Clouds?'
‘Yep’