Traveling north on Highway 87 heading for Amarillo, Jan and I simultaneously saw a gorgeous specimen off to the right of the highway and the possibility of three or four more old trucks a mile or so away. We were too far from the highway to pull over, but there was an exit coming up quickly. Decision time—when driving a 45-foot vehicle with a car attached and being unable to back up, it is best to have a Plan A and a Plan B.
We both decided that these trucks were worth the risk, so Jan pulled off on road heading for Kerr, Texas (population 715), turned right on a street, then left on an alley, then left again on a main street, then left on the blacktop parallel to the highway. In about a mile she found a safe place to pull over, where I got out and hiked a-ways in a Texas wind to the first truck, which I photographed, and then walked another half-mile to the next set of four trucks bordering a homestead.
As I approached, I saw three big and ugly (and presumably mean) canines loose in the field surrounding the trucks. Keeping out of their line of site like a soldier on reconnaissance, I crept up, took my shots, and then turned and made my way back to the coach like a thief after a heist. Jan continued south until we found a hard road going east, and then turned left. We eventually ended up where we had started, and we re-entered the highway and continued on our way to Colorado.
See you next week!
Alex
