Blowin’ through West Texas like Tumbleweed

Before getting back on the road, we had to stop off at this authentic local shop called Target.  After perusing the aisles of their unique threads I walked away with 4 shirts and a pair of pants for only $50.  Wow, every city needs a place like this!

A Unique Experience

Stocked with some new gear we jumped back on the road in Abilene, Texas, and started heading due west toward Hobbs, New Mexico.  The scenery was exactly what we are accustomed to from our hometown of Rochester, NY minus the trees, hills, lakes, people, animals, stores…basically it’s flat with NOTHING!

Mile After Mile

A while back my brother Ryan gave me a book called Road Trip USA which outlines some great routes across the country and details some of the highlights of the route.  Today we followed a short portion of one of those routes.  The first recommendation was a small town called Sweetwater in Texas, famous for their annual rattlesnake round-up where awards are given for the largest, smallest, and most accumulated.  The book mentions the rattlesnake paraphernalia at the local shops, but we had a hard time finding any shops.  It was a true ghost town where most businesses appeared to be boarded up and their were no cars in front of houses.  As we drove around for a while we finally found civilization at a place called The Coliseum.  Curious as to what would draw the entire town, we passed through the barbed wire fence with a “No Concealed Weapons” sign to find ourselves at a livestock show.  Unfortunately we showed up too late, so the only livestock we saw was a small puppy; the answer is still no Shannon.

The Coliseum

No Guns!? Okay, Just Not Concealed.

Livestock Show

By driving around town aimlessly, we finally found the heart of town relocated along the highway; Walmart, McDonalds, Taco Bell, etc.  The historic town center was another casualty of corporate America.  We found our rattlesnake paraphernalia at a nearby truck stop, but first we stopped in at a country clothing store.  We all had expectations of buying some fun country gear, but after trying it on it just didn’t feel right.  At the TA truck stop we found rattlesnake canes, wallets, pins, and more.  Again, fun to look, but I didn’t even want to touch.

Cowboy Boots Galore

Rattlesnake Cane

Looking for a snack to hold us over until lunch, I came across a whole dill pickle in a bag called the Big Papa Portly Pickle.  Ha, I guess I still occasionally enjoy some seventh grade humor…must be sleep deprived.  How can anyone take this thing for real…only at a truck stop?  I bought one, but wasn’t about to have my picture taken with it, sorry Shan.

Big Papa Portly Pickle

Starving, we finally pulled off the highway at another small little Texas town for some lunch.  The Shack came highly recommended by the local gas station teller.  After perusing the newspaper menu, we agreed we had to try their house specialty, chicken fried steak, which is actually a cubed beef steak beaten, battered, and deep fried.  Not sure why they call it chicken??  Sick of unhealthy food, we each got the salad bar and split one steak.  Interesting flavor and texture, but I’ll probably stick to fried chicken.

The Shack

Newspaper Menus

Finally Some Greens

As we continued through west Texas we marveled at two recurring themes; the first was windmills.  I’m from the finger lakes area where the recent addition of a number of windmills has been huge controversy.  I’m not knowledgeable enough about the issue to take a stand.  I appreciate that it is waste free power generation, but at the same time I’m not crazy about the way it has detracted from the landscape as I ride my motorcycle through towns like Naples, NY.  However, we have nothing on Texas, where the endless landscape is covered with hundreds of windmills.

Wind Mill Farm

The second recurring theme was cotton.  The windmills were lined between thousands of acres of cotton fields.  As we passed a large factory with tons of large bails of cotton, we decided we had to know what was being done there.  It turned out to be a cotton gin, and they were more than happy to give us our own personal tour with no advance notice.  We learned about each stage in the cleaning process and were given our own little bail as a souvenir.

Raw Cotton Bails

Cotton Gin

Completed Cotton Bail

Noel, Our Tour Guide

Advertisements

About bhoefen

Going on a road trip.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Blowin’ through West Texas like Tumbleweed

  1. david says:

    man you just brought back alot of memories! I worked down in west texas in some of the towns you are passing through, one definate recurring theme down there is OIL and GAS! I was working with Oxy Petroleum at the time in Hobbs, Sweetwater, Denver City, Lubbock, all over that place. And yes, its flat! Chicken Fried Steak wherever you go, and that smell of sulfur plus lots of cattle. One memory about the snakes was when one of the wellmen (guys who look after the oil wells) told me “as you come onto the well, and you are the only one there, its a good idea to drive around it once or twice and look for snakes, if you don’t see them, you probably scared them back into their holes and its safe to walk around, just watch out for the black widows……” Have fun!

    david

  2. Cousin Mike says:

    (In beavis and butthead voice) “ah huha, ah huha… you said Big Papa Portly Pickle. ah huha.

  3. Thomas says:

    So I guess that’s where The Simpsons writers got the idea for that episode about the annual snake roundup (aka Whacking Day) in Springfield.

  4. Maryann Gilbert says:

    Come on Shannon, you need to buy those boots and go dancing with me at the Roost! You and Bret can take up two-stepping; learn the Texas two-step!

  5. Rod Wixted says:

    Bret,
    I can’t believe you guys were in Sweetwater. I have a funny story. While in college we drove to California-straight thru in a VW bug. 47 hours drive time (51 hours clock time). We came back via El paso to Texarkana. We went thru Sweetwater. Found a tumble weed along side the road and wanted to send it back to Alfred. We stopped at a grocery store looking for a box big enough to ship it back. No luck. So we tied it to the back on my bug a brought it back with us. We had to undo once to check the oil. Great conversation piece while stopping for gas. By the time we got back to Alfred it was half its size, but no matter. It severed as the track teams mascot for the rest of the year…..Good fun. We think of you daily. God Bless…..Karyl and Rod

  6. Danielle says:

    Nice choice of boots, Shannon. Square toed and crepe soled. Only real cowgirls wear that type of boot. After seeing your dance moves, I think you qualify. We’ll get you on the back of a horse when you get home.
    Bret…I think the experiences you’ve had are preparing you for the Wayne County Induction process we’ve been talking about.
    Safe travels you guys!

  7. Rod Wixted says:

    Bret,
    My brain is toast. Our trip was 51 hours drive time, 48 hours clock time.
    Karyl wants to say how much she prays for you….Be safe………Hi to your Mom and Dad

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s