By now I had made a decision. We would go to Big Bend National Park in Texas, finishing the trip we started a year and a half ago. We entered Texas at El Paso and I got my first glimpse of the Rio Grande River (Rio Bravo to the Mexicans), only briefly, 60 miles later. Yeah, I was excited.
(most all these photos are Through the Windshield Photography at 57 mph)
From then on it was miles and miles, no...hours and hours of this through the west plains of Texas
and I enjoyed every bit of it.
When there was something to take a picture of, this was about it.
Unfortunately, I had just ate.
After awhile, I had to get out and stretch my legs.