Pecos, Texas
March 2000
Pecos, Texas is the home of the first rodeo. The Texas wind was rocking
Camelot as if it were a tent! The next morning we pulled out and
went to the museum in town. Interesting building housed in a 19th
century hotel complete with a saloon with brass markers indicating where
the local gunfighters were killed. Also picked up some western lore
that I had never heard before. Stories of both lawmen and outlaws
spoke of them wearing metal breastplates (bullet-proof vests). How
about that?
Anyway, back to Pecos. By the time we finished our couple of
hours in the museum, the wind which had been fairly strong when we entered,
was at full gale force. The radio said a local highway was closed
due to zero visibility, so we drove (very carefully) back to the RV park
from whence we had come. I went in to recheck us in, and when I came
back to the rig, the wind was blowing so strongly that I had to hold on
to the door with both hands to keep it from being damaged. I made
it up to the second step when a gust of wind blew me off the steps and
a few feet away. The door can be fixed, but I haven’t hurt in so
many places all at once in years.
The storm continued through the remainder of the afternoon and finally
let up about sundown. The Texas brown dust infiltrated through every
miniscule opening in our motorhome. Must take off a day to clean,
vacuum, wash and shampoo everything. We sat out the storm then drove on
down the road to Abilene. Ray drove, and I creaked around. |