Day two of the journey was uneventful. The further I drove the hotter and muggier it got. But there was beauty. Especially in northern Texas. The picture above is somewhere between Dumas and Amarillo. It was a pretty sunrise that rivaled the sunset I described in my last post.
I might add that while Texas is flat by Rocky Mountain standards, this place seems to be the land of the 39-foot hill. It is an expression often used by hikers and campers. What looks flat on a topographic map (which often measures the height of the land in 40-foot increments) is usually undulating hills. Texas, and Austin specifically, is very much a place with tons of little hills.
Oh well, there was a little excitement. When I got to my new abode, I walked in with the movers and the landlord's wife and found a 2X2 section of the kitchen ceiling on the floor. Hmm, I am looking at it now. It is still there. Plans are in the works by the landlord to get it fixed next week.
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