Two days through west Texas looks like this. Hundreds of miles of nothing. Every now and then we would see a flock of buzzards feasting on road kill. It made us hungry for something similar at the Dairy Queen. Really, there is nothing in west Texas except road kill and Dairy Queens. That sounds like a problem in the French Quarter in New Orleans, but Chris and I weren’t afraid.
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