The next leg of our trip took us from Fort Worth to Abilene. The landscape was primarily flat, and there were lots of cows, and cacti to see.
We made great time and had the afternoon to sightsee so visited the Texas Heritage Museum:
This was a wonderful museum and we practically had it entirely to ourselves. I’ve never been in a museum that had such an automated presentation. We entered a theater and got an introduction to the history of Texas from tens of thousands of years ago to the present. A cowboy hologram narrated the story, and then we moved on through the museum to view each display – each with its own hologram telling his or hers real life personal story.
I won’t spoil it by telling each person’s story, but everyone was represented – Indians, buffalo hunters, settlers, ranchers, cavalry, and freed black slaves. There was also a long corridor full of display cases about Poncho Villa.
As you walked through the museum you triggered sensors that gave you various experiences of living in pioneer days. One was an Indian attack. I didn’t know it was coming, and it sure made me jump. Then there was a cattle stampede with so much lightening, we had to close our eyes. The saloon hologram was funny, and the last feature was in another theater that had stools. They swivled so you could fully enjoy the 360 degree show. Texas did themselves proud with this museum.
Then back on the road towards Hueco Tanks State Park.
Gertie had another meltdown around Midland, TX – road construction issues again – and we ended up getting lost. It was the best thing that happened because we went on roads less traveled. That is my kind of road trip. If it was up to me, I’d stop at everything that grabbed my attention, but we’d never get to Arizona if I did that.
We saw lots and lots of oil pumps:
windmill farms – I never saw so many before – and we do have some in Upstate New York:
and lots of cotton fields. That’s a cotton field in front of the windmills. My husband was a dear soul, stopped driving, and picked up a piece of some 100% American grown Texas cotton from alongside the road for me:
See? I managed to get something fiber related into this post.
We reached our next campsite after passing through this glorious view:
Those are the Guadalupe Mountains. This time I got out of the RV, walked to the middle of the road, and took some photos. My husband was in charge of letting me know when a car was coming. As I’m still here writing this blog post, he did a good job!!!
We happily camped in Hueco Tanks State Historic Site Park next. This is a picture of what we saw when we look out our front window:
There was no water available though as the area had a week of horribly cold weather, and there was widespread water pipe damage. There was a boiled water warning in effect for those who still had their water pipes intact, but since we bring distilled water with us, we were in good shape.
The weather was actually beautiful for us. We took a hike through the park and didn’t even need jackets. I was disappointed about not being able to see many of the cave drawings though. So many of the dreawings were in guide only access, and we had to leave to get to Tucson, so couldn’t wait for the scheduled tours. It was a lovely place to camp though, and I’d go back.