Another one nighter, Ft. Stockton, TX

After a long day of driving through miles and miles of this:

Over every hill, more of this...

Over every hill,…


…we landed at Ft. Stockton RV park, right off the highway. You wouldn’t know it though. This place had a character all its own. I forgot about driving for the night and let myself soak in the idea of being in Texas. This little campground practically oozed Texas. My first image was of the moon rising across the field, barely visible behind the clouds:
Moon behind the clouds

Moon behind the clouds


And then there was all the garden art. I felt a strong sense of creativity here, as if people delighted in making things. My kind of people!
Horseshoes, cows and stars. What says Texas more than this?

Horseshoes, cowboys and stars. What says Texas more than this?


pooped out cowboy

pooped out cowboy


Spare parts used for, what else? A porch swing!

Spare parts used for, what else? A porch swing!


Mail truck. Look at those wheels!

Mail truck. Look at those wheels!


wire cowboys

wire cowboys

On the morning before we left, Sam got this picture of that very same moon setting over the field in front of us:

Still big, but way more visible

Still big, but way more visible


So began our long journey through Texas. Not what I expected, but then, it never is.

On to San Antonio…

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