8.28.06 - Hurricane Warning!
HURRICANE WARNING: ABM HEADS HOME TO "BOARD UP THE WINDOWS"!
Damm! Ernesto couldn't wait one more week for ABM to savor this last seven days of Nirvana...Leaving 'Vista a week early sucks... Left Arizona/Mexico border yesterday morning. The ride out of Az was green, and even greener in New Mexico. They've had so much monsoon rain this year, the countryside looks more like the southeast than the southwest. A New Mexico I-10 bridge washed out, forcing traffic on to two lanes. 50 miles farther east was a total freak out:
THE DESERT WAS AWASH IN SEVERAL FEET OF WATER---With the blowing wind, waves were approaching a ONE FOOT CHOP! Almost reminded me of the prime redfish flats surrounding Cape Kennedy...Absolutely surreal, that's all I can say, except for...
BUG MICROBURSTS!
Microburst: "An intense shower, usually less than six miles in diameter"
ABM Bug Microburst: "A ball of bugs, packed into an area less than sixty feet in diameter." (Imagine what it's like plowing into a juicy pile of flying meat at 90 mph, and you got it).
Thanks, mother nature. There was plenty of rain on down in Texas to wash 'em off, gross crap.
Route 90 west, WEST TEXAS...the WORLD'S DARKEST, LONLIEST HIGHWAY.
Dark: No lights, anywhere. 300 miles of nothing. 75 to 100 miles between anything which uses electricity. People who say nobody wants to build another oil refinery in "their back yard" could look around here. So sparsely populated, it scares the hell out of ya. DARK. GOD IT'S DARK OUT HERE. At dusk, it's darker than it is at midnight in Florida. Once I stopped to take a leak roadside. No engine running, no light, just the tinkle of Uncle Jeff taking a pee. AT ONCE, I sensed....I WAS NOT ALONE. Cut it short and blasted back down the highway...damm scary...and..D-A-R-K.
This is not only wild animal country, it's WILD PEOPLE COUNTRY, and passing through without the security of a firearm is...disarming.
10pm reach Del Rio, (by the river), Texas. Been here before. Town is growin faster than your kids. Last time, a lot of road construction, done now. Old Del Rio is near the Mex/Tex border. New Del Rio is based on Rt 90. They got a new Super Wally-World, and plenty of new businesses...town is exploding, as are most of the international border towns along Mexico. Craving breakfast, "Skillets", an allnight
diner whipped up a couple of realy tasty easy-over eggs...so fresh, you could taste the cracked corn in them.
GOIN' SHOPPIN' FOR TEQUILA AND BLANKETS....(B&B)-(BLANKETS 'N' BOOZE),
Damm! Ernesto couldn't wait one more week for ABM to savor this last seven days of Nirvana...Leaving 'Vista a week early sucks... Left Arizona/Mexico border yesterday morning. The ride out of Az was green, and even greener in New Mexico. They've had so much monsoon rain this year, the countryside looks more like the southeast than the southwest. A New Mexico I-10 bridge washed out, forcing traffic on to two lanes. 50 miles farther east was a total freak out:
THE DESERT WAS AWASH IN SEVERAL FEET OF WATER---With the blowing wind, waves were approaching a ONE FOOT CHOP! Almost reminded me of the prime redfish flats surrounding Cape Kennedy...Absolutely surreal, that's all I can say, except for...
BUG MICROBURSTS!
Microburst: "An intense shower, usually less than six miles in diameter"
ABM Bug Microburst: "A ball of bugs, packed into an area less than sixty feet in diameter." (Imagine what it's like plowing into a juicy pile of flying meat at 90 mph, and you got it).
Thanks, mother nature. There was plenty of rain on down in Texas to wash 'em off, gross crap.
Route 90 west, WEST TEXAS...the WORLD'S DARKEST, LONLIEST HIGHWAY.
Dark: No lights, anywhere. 300 miles of nothing. 75 to 100 miles between anything which uses electricity. People who say nobody wants to build another oil refinery in "their back yard" could look around here. So sparsely populated, it scares the hell out of ya. DARK. GOD IT'S DARK OUT HERE. At dusk, it's darker than it is at midnight in Florida. Once I stopped to take a leak roadside. No engine running, no light, just the tinkle of Uncle Jeff taking a pee. AT ONCE, I sensed....I WAS NOT ALONE. Cut it short and blasted back down the highway...damm scary...and..D-A-R-K.
This is not only wild animal country, it's WILD PEOPLE COUNTRY, and passing through without the security of a firearm is...disarming.
10pm reach Del Rio, (by the river), Texas. Been here before. Town is growin faster than your kids. Last time, a lot of road construction, done now. Old Del Rio is near the Mex/Tex border. New Del Rio is based on Rt 90. They got a new Super Wally-World, and plenty of new businesses...town is exploding, as are most of the international border towns along Mexico. Craving breakfast, "Skillets", an allnight
diner whipped up a couple of realy tasty easy-over eggs...so fresh, you could taste the cracked corn in them.
GOIN' SHOPPIN' FOR TEQUILA AND BLANKETS....(B&B)-(BLANKETS 'N' BOOZE),
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