Changing States 02/17/20

Davis Mountains State Park, Fort Davis, Texas

You are My friends if you do what I command.  ~ John 15:14

Time to go . . .
Just a few minutes into our drive, the scenery became lovely!

Twenty minutes into our 4-hour, 182-mile drive, we rounded a corner and were stunned by a breathtaking view!  We were entering ‘Wild Rose Pass’ and the view of the Davis Mountains with its as yet unnamed peaks, and the land before us was indescribable! 

And there it is! I know the picture doesn’t look like what I built it up to be,
but trust me, coming around the corner to see that?!?
It was spectacular!

In all actuality, we should’ve taken this scenic drive with Brad and Jeannine in addition to the one mentioned in the book!

A few signs of civilization along the way, but not many.
This place was selling all kinds of metal yard art.
I say yard, but who knows?
Maybe someone would want it inside their house.
80?!?!
Blaine didn’t drive 80. He stayed around 65.

Later on, we drove for quite a while through Texas oil fields.  That was quite an experience.  Miles and miles of housing for the workers, and distant towers with flames shooting out the top, and various other things that must have to do with the industry.  But surprisingly, very few restaurants, which is probably why some of the housing areas advertised free food.  Many of those places also advertised full gyms.  I always assumed oil workers’ jobs were pretty physical.  Of course, I may be wrong.

We hit oil fields!
My mom wanted to know if we could smell the oil, but we didn’t.
A little surprising considering how much there was.
Lots, and lots, and LOTS of semis along this stretch of the road!
Here’s some of the housing. There’s a better picture later.
The ads for this place say:
PRIVATE BED & BATHROOM
REC ROOM & FULL GYM
GREAT FOOD ALL MEALS INCLUDED
This is some of their housing, there was also many RV parks with rows and rows of trailers packed tightly side-by-side.
Notice the sinkhole sign.
Traffic started picking up . . .
It picked up a LOT!
Especially compared to what we’ve gotten used to. : )
Ha! Blaine thinks it’s a sewage truck.
We’ve entered New Mexico!
And all the oil fields disappeared.
But they popped back up again.
And just like that, the traffic’s gone.
The welcoming committee!
We’ve turned onto the road that leads to the campground.
They don’t look particularly glad to see us.

Brantley Lake State Park, Carlsbad, New Mexico

And before you ask, Roswell was too far away to visit,
even if we’d had the time. : )
After we set up, we walked a small trail they have in the Park by our campsite. It wasn’t much. : )

When Blaine made our reservation for here, he chose it because of its proximity to Carlsbad Caverns National Park.  But it turns out that Carlsbad encompasses a very, very large area!  We discovered upon check-in that the National Park is almost an hour away!  Yikes!

Our site is very nice here.  Covered picnic areas, wide campsites, wide open views . . . And the individual picnic shelters all have a wall on the same side, leading us to believe that high winds must surely usually come from that side.  😊

Beautiful!
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