We're in Amarillo, Texas.
I can tell you from firsthand experience -- Walmarts the country round look pretty much the same. Even the bright blue signage isn't much different. Not every store will let you stay in the parking lot, but this one does. We're snuggled in, not far from the pallets of fertilizer, under a few shade trees. It's been raining off and on all day, and the rain tinkles off the leaves in a pleasant little sound. The temperature's dropped considerably from yesterday's heat, but with the stove on (we had nachos), we've been very comfortable. A heavier quilt, though, will be on the bed tonight.
I just finished the final edit on the book -- what a relief. Didn't get much sleep while it was happening, because we only had internet access occasionally. And even that wasn't much good; other than the bigger cities, New Mexico is apparently not known for its "wired" capabilities.
On through the Texas Panhandle tomorrow, then Oklahoma. I figure we'll probably make it into Missouri before we stop for the night. We keep hearing this song on the radio...strangely, it fits.
Deer Creek Boys "When the Highway Does"
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