Note that this isn't 490 miles to the destination, it's just to the next turn.

Texas rest stops are big. Of course, they are! What else would they be?

The last 200 miles to Phoenix were on local highways and small roads. This is entering the desert.

And just after I emerged from the forest. I somehow escaped the full brunt of the storm visible in the back.

Keep in mind this is one day, one thousand miles.
1 comment:
11:34 is my lucky time. I always look at the clock at that time. This is a good luck trip!
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