Monday, February 23, 2026

Out Of Texas

Texas is a big state and crossing east/west or vice versa takes three days, unless you attempt to want to compete with an airplane.. lol.

We used 3 days and rolled into Louisiana this afternoon.

The state does not range among the financial well-off ones and accordingly, the highway leaves much to be desired. Today it got so bad that the microwave door opened ejecting the rotating glass plate sending it crashing onto the floor, leaving just about a million of tiny glass shards all over. The crashing plate made Dixie jump up and remain in anxiety mode for the rest of the drive. 

Generally, the eastern parts of Texas with the further eastern areas of Louisiana and Mississippi are much prettier than the long boring plains of West Texas. We enjoyed the fresh grass and seeing trees turning green. Even the dandelions were out some places.

So our further plans are to proceed to the Florence,SC area and spend 2 nights in a nice RV park. We will be joined there by a good friend who's coming up from Jekyll Island,GA.

After that, things can get ugly, at least after reaching New Jersey and north of there. A violent winter storm has just dumped tons of snow all the way along the coast and into Canada. How we are gonna make out with that is everybody's guess. But we need to get home.



Sunday, February 22, 2026

Another Day In Texas

This morning our departure was delayed because of trying to get our rig out of that mouse trap of an RV site.

But eventually we got rolling on Hwy 17 towards the I-20.

Pretty soon we saw the first oil rigs, and with that all that ugly industrial area which comes with it. Odessa/Midland is growing at an alarming rate. Miles and miles of road construction going on, made us balance along a narrow strip of temporary detour. 

But the I-20 seems to be in good shape, especially compared to all the other broken Interstates we have driven over the years.

After lunch my headaches were acting up again, so we shut her down in a Walmart in Eastland, TX.

Went into the market and got some missing items for the kitchen.

Too tired for pictures today.

The Trek To Texas

The Interstate 20 across Texas does not count as my favorite travel route in the US. But our need to get to the East Coast makes this the best alternative. It is going east all the time and it runs through an area with warmer weather than what we would find farther north. Another benefit of it is that we don't have to climb across a major mountain range. We have gone that route earlier and are kind of familiar with it.

So this morning we left Portal,AZ at our usual "we-are-ready-time", which is 7:45am what ever local time zone we are in.

As our own tradition commands it, we stopped at the "Roadrunner Rest Area" high above Las Cruces. I have shown and described the statue of the roadrunner in an earlier posting. It is fascinating to see what garbage can used for.

Then we rolled down to the city, which is the southern-most in the State of New Mexico, before Interstate 10 runs into Texas at El Paso.  

El Paso never fails to make us gasp at its steady growth year over year. We call them "Spaghetti Highways" when their intersections are built like a crescendo of roads crossing each other at multiple levels of height.

Today's crossing of El Paso went well, even with that mind-boggling amount of Saturday morning traffic we had to deal with. After roughly 45minutes and some 55kms we reached the southern end of what looks like a never ending mass of industrial and residential areas.

Border Patrol Check Point ahead

So now we were back into the desert, endless plains with sand and typical desert vegetation. Fabens is a place containing of a few spread buildings and a truck stop. We took a lunch break there and topped our diesel.

At some point the I-10 gets us to the beginning of the I-20, but before that, it climbs high, passing Sierra Blanca, a small town surrounded by mountain tops and high desert. Reaching Van Horn, yet quite a bit higher in elevation, it plateaus, now approaching the intersection with the I-20.

We had phoned the Balmorhea State Park and were told they still had 2 sites available for a one-night-stay. Now, Balmorhea is a few miles down from the I-20 intersections and along I-10. But we had been there years ago and found their overnight rate affordable. Besides, we wanted a place where we could walk Dixie without wading in the usual garbage of a rest area. For the next morning departure we only have to follow Hwy 17 which eventually gets us up to the I-20.

Balmorhea State Park once was a quaint park with simple RV-sites in a natural setting. Over the last 2 years it has gone through "upgrades" which pretty much changed it from a natural setting into a place with paved roads, concrete pads and a city-like atmosphere. And while doing that the planners ignored that bigger rigs might want to come which would need slacker curves and room for wide turns. So not the ideal place for us and our 65ft total length. But someone with a Van or small class C would be fine here. Yet, I find sites are built too close to each other.

So today we drove 365miles (587km) and I was doing a lot better than on our first travel day.

Friday, February 20, 2026

This Was Not Easy

After this morning's breakfast I decided I wanted to give Dixie and myself one last desert walk, before our daily routine would disappear in eating miles along endless highways.

Shortly before we returned to the rig, Dixie stopped walking. I called her - she wasn't moving, she even laid down on the trail, just looking at me. Of course, she had realized that this walk had been the final walk and that she would have to get into the bus for a long boring day. You might think that I just imagine this, but I'm telling you, I know my dog. And she is incredibly smart.

It took quite a bit talking on my part to make her get up and do the last steps back into camp. To me this was really heartbreaking.

But it was nearly 8am when we rolled out of camp. 

This was the saddest farewell ever. And it is 20 years ago we visited this place the first time, so yes, it does feel like home.

We had a short stop at Gila Bend to check on our load and release more waste water, then back on the highway. Getting close to Tucson traffic became a nightmare. Will there ever be an end to increasing the size of that city. 4 lanes full of trucks and cars in both directions.

Picacho Peak

Stopped for lunch, after which I had to take a short nap on the couch. My headaches had started to bother me again.

Shortly before reaching Benson we got into a traffic jam several miles long. It turned out it was because of a construction site, where nobody was working. Yet they had blocked the left lane for at least 2 miles. Why are they hampering traffic for everybody if the construction site is empty?

At Benson we stopped for diesel.

Bea had then figured out that we could get to a rest area shortly before reaching the New Mexico border.

It was 7pm before we stopped driving at the San Simon rest area. 

We made 406 miles and have been on the road for 10hrs.

We are both super tired.

Dixie, finally fallen asleep