The morning was clear, cool and perfect for a workout. We ran along a quiet road that stretched into the Texas prairie, scaring up dove and quail along the way. After cleaning up and a quick breakfast, we were ready to hit the road. The destination was the outskirts of Amarillo about 200 miles away.
Departing, there was not a cloud in the sky. The farther west we traveled, the flatter and dryer the terrain became. At times, we were surprised to see cotton growing in well-tended fields.
The highway was deserted and for the first time during out travels, Jeanne got behind the wheel. She did o.k. and was starting to get the feel of driving something the size of a small house when the wind kicked up and pushed her all over the road. The lesson ended and we traded back.
As the day wore on, the sky darkened and the winds increased. When we stopped for lunch, the coach was rocking from gusts estimated at 30-35 miles per hour. The last 60 miles was a real test of driving skill. Fortunately, we found the RV park and settled in up just before the rain started. By this time the wind was howling and the rain was coming in horizontal; one side of the coach caught the rain while the other side was completely dry. It also got cold, really cold, and for the first time in months the furnace kicked on. There was only one thing left to do; snuggle up and watch the last presidential debate on satellite TV.