Heading south from Amarillo the morning of June 5, I ran in and out of rainstorms on the highway, nearly the only rain I encountered in six weeks, and the storm cloud formations once again struck me as fascinating because of the way they formed up over a distant horizon, a thing that simply isn't seen back on my home turf.
When I'd finished up working at the DI theater in Amarillo, I mentioned to the owner that the next stop was Lubbock, and since it was only late afternoon maybe I'd move a little south. No, no, he told me. There is nothing between here and Lubbock. You will be stranded. So I back-tracked five miles or so to "hotel row" at the north end of town, and took a chance on a Motel 6 where I got an inexpensive first-floor-park-at-the-door-walk-in room (see previous posts why that matters) that was bare-bones but neat and clean, with fridge and microwave, plus—a thing not always to be depended upon at Motel 6, the WiFi that costs an extra $2.99 actually worked. It also had what I guess passes for a "small" flat-screen TV. I don't watch TV. It annoys me when I'm paying a hundred dollars for a room to see the giant flat screen TV that I can't avoid paying for and would gladly take a room without the stupid boob-tube if I could get it for less. Dream on.
As on my time there twenty years ago, I found the landscape of the High Plateau fascinating this time as well, and have some serious thought of going back to address it directly. Not just here, but for much of this trip, I can regard the time I stole from the main project as a sort of sketchbook.