The landscape is covered with trees of this type;
Treky squeezed in between big 18 wheelers at a Texas rest area. Notice the nice picnic shelters. They shelter not only from the rain and sun but also from the constant wind.
This is the first Texas we spotted on this trip - not a very good specimen.
Treky spotted this tree out in a field all by itself. Treky thinks this is the loneliest and saddest thing he has ever seen. He feels sorry for this old tree.
Back on I-10 West. It runs for ever. When we crossed the state line into Texas, the exit was 998. That means that it is 998 miles to the Eastern end of I-10 in Texas - a thousand miles of Texas is a lot of Texas.
We are beginning to see grass and trees growing on the side of the highway as we get further toward central Texas.
And the hills begin to be high enough to warrant a highway cut.
After a few miles the road flattens out again.
But wait, there's a hill - I think we are getting into what Texans call "Hill Country".
Today has been one of those 400+ mile days - so we'll stop and look for a place to spend the night.
See you tomorrow,
Ron, Tippy and Treky