No matter how you slice it, it takes a very long time to get out of Texas! Camping tonight on the Red River, in a very pleasant RV park about 25 yards inside the Oklahoma state line.
GPS is a wonderful thing, although the "Lady in the Box" actually started to sound annoyed about the third time she said "recalculating" when I deviated from her instructions. I had a good reason, though: she was directing me through a town where my birth mother grew up and is buried. I took the chance to go to the graveyard and pay her a visit. I told her about my adventure this summer, and that I was doing some genealogical work on our common ancestors. I think she would be proud of me; she was a defiantly independent woman when such were much rarer than today.
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