December 21, Wednesday
After being stationary for a couple months, the details of travel day preparations become a bit fuzzy. It’s not that I forget what to do, it’s that it doesn’t come as second nature. Plus there’s usually a lot more things out of place that need to get taken care of before the Casita is road worthy. The whole process takes longer.
Longer, but not a whole day.
I wake up to a chill morning in Boyd, Texas and go straight to work. Lets see, need to fill my spare propane tank, do laundry… but first make a trip to the bank for quarters, dust, wipe down, and clean everything. Should put everything in the truck back where it belongs and straighten the storage area in back. Dump and flush my tanks a couple times to make them extra clean as I won’t have the luxury of unlimited water again for a while…
The sun breaks through the clouds as I’m hauling a pretty ridiculous amount of trash to the dumpster (four shopping bag loads, not food trash but junk that piles up when stationary) and the day warms up nicely. A peek at the forecast shows I shouldn’t have to worry about freezing weather the rest of the time I’m in Texas which is convenient.
By about 3 pm, everything is done except the laundry. It seemed like a long to-do list in the morning but no matter how bad things get in the Casita it just doesn’t take long to clean and tidy up a 94 sq ft space. Score one for small RVs.
I say goodbye to neighbors and coworkers. The sunset on this last evening is pleasant, and I fall asleep dreaming about boondocking and adventures to come.
December 22, Thursday
Woohoo, travel day!
It’s hard to express in words the feeling I get sliding in the driver’s seat and seeing Cas in the rearview mirror after months spent stationary. Those of you who are or have been work-campers know what I’m talking about. For those of you who aren’t work-campers, you probably still know what it’s like if you’ve spent a month or more in one location. Those of you who are looking to get on the road will understand what I mean once you experience it yourself (trust me, it’s a good feeling).
Today’s destination is Lubbock, TX, 278 miles to the west. The directions are as follows:
- Turn left out of Boyd RV Park onto 114 west
- Drive until you reach Lubbock
Okay, it’s not quite that easy, but almost. Rural Texas is full of tiny towns and 114 sometimes disappears briefly in them, but invariably after traveling on Main Street for a couple blocks, I either turn back onto 114 or the current road merges to become 114 again.
The scenery has changed dramatically since I came through at the beginning of October. Fields stand yellow and barren. The trees have lost their leaves and are bare. Farther west, white tufts along the road could be mistaken for snow in this dormant landscape, but it’s actually bits of leftover cotton.
The red canyons of the caprocks area are the same though. There’s one picnic area along 114 that offers a pretty good view of them, but I don’t get out of the truck for a photo. I’m moochdocking in a friend’s driveway tonight, and want to arrive before dark.
Clouds move in and block the sun. It sprinkles very briefly but the rain that was suppose to materialize in the afternoon doesn’t show. I’m okay with this.
Traffic in Lubbock is light, and it doesn’t take long to get to Misty’s house where I’ll be until the 26th. Merry Christmas everyone!
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