Texas knows how to set a speed limit!
We were rolling along on a two-lane road, sight-seeing but also heading toward a destination. It felt right to roll at double-nickel. Then I saw the speed limit sign: 70. Or was that the route number?
By the time I was clear it was the speed limit and could get out my camera, two pickups had blown by me and the road had widened out to four lanes. 70mph?
Yee haw! I should’ve lived in Texas all my life!
This eastern Texas countryside is so different from the west. The tall trees and other vegetation are like so many eastern states. There are wide open spaces, but they’re grassy pastures for some cows and many horses. The farms (they insist on calling them ranches) are smaller and look to be making much less money than their more western counterparts.
And much more humid, ugh. It adds a haze, like in so many eastern states, that we never noticed until we hit the clear, dry air of central Texas.
We’ve gotta get into Houston before we leave on Tuesday. The fourth most populous city in America.