This was a long day’s travel. We spent around 7 hours on the road in our bone-shaker. Even if we wanted to listen to CDs that we had bought (no CD player – only 8 track!) or watch a movie, we couldn’t because the van did an Elvis on us (Shake, rattle and roll). We are discovering the little idiosyncrasies of our mobile home. It slowly but surely expressed its identity upon us. The jacks didn’t always fully retract so that, alarmingly, the red warning light would come on as we traveled. The fridge would be fickle about staying on, resulting is some unwelcome warm drinks and the RV door would open at odd times to allow ghosts of the past to enter.
The day started well with a Walmart food shop and a Starbucks fill up.
Team, read, slept and wrote as we traveled from Arkansas through Oklahoma and into the itty-bitty top of Texas via Central Time. Eventually we found Shamrock and after a little more searching and phone calling we found the RV Park. It was alongside the I40 but set back so little noise. An old boy ran the site, cash only for the night’s stay and we were only the second RV there. There was also a welcome pool which three of us sampled. You could almost see the steam coming off us as we sank into the refreshing waters. Shamrock was also the home of the split-tailed flycatcher. We had entered a windy part of the States, evidenced by the swarms of wind turbines. Eventually the flycatcher obliged us with a sighting. It anchored itself to one of the high wires and was buffeted for some time by the strong winds. The RV site was on Route 66 and was of that era. Cattle skulls and cacti framed the entrance. Further down the road was the petrol station that featured in the movie Cars. It would be easy to be romantic about the Good Old Days but nostalgia is not what it used to be.
The day started well with a Walmart food shop and a Starbucks fill up.
Team, read, slept and wrote as we traveled from Arkansas through Oklahoma and into the itty-bitty top of Texas via Central Time. Eventually we found Shamrock and after a little more searching and phone calling we found the RV Park. It was alongside the I40 but set back so little noise. An old boy ran the site, cash only for the night’s stay and we were only the second RV there. There was also a welcome pool which three of us sampled. You could almost see the steam coming off us as we sank into the refreshing waters. Shamrock was also the home of the split-tailed flycatcher. We had entered a windy part of the States, evidenced by the swarms of wind turbines. Eventually the flycatcher obliged us with a sighting. It anchored itself to one of the high wires and was buffeted for some time by the strong winds. The RV site was on Route 66 and was of that era. Cattle skulls and cacti framed the entrance. Further down the road was the petrol station that featured in the movie Cars. It would be easy to be romantic about the Good Old Days but nostalgia is not what it used to be.
No comments:
Post a Comment