Trip Start Jun 01, 2009
30Trip End Sep 22, 2009
They call it "the smell of money". I don't know who came up with the phrase but the gas wells in this area still stink. I can remember coming through several years ago and seeing most of the oil pumps sitting idle. Now, with the cost of a barrel of oil, I guess production is going a little better.
There’s really not much to say about this area other than it is flat. However, even this sparsely vegetated plain does have a few attractions. About 30 miles west of Odessa, you’ll find Monahans Sandhills State Park with almost 4,000 acres of sand dunes. The area was first discovered by Spanish explorers 400 years ago and now offers camping and other activities, including sand surfing
In addition to the park, there is also the Odessa Meteor Crater and the Confederate (later changed to) Commemorative Air Force Museum. There is also the Permian Basin Petroleum Museum that probably bears a visit too. We have not been to any of these; I tell you about them so you will know there is something out here. We DO plan to return, without “dawg”, and spend some time getting to know this area a little better. Lots of history here, folks! And it was even home, for a time, to 2 presidents and a governor.
September 17, 2009 (Thursday) – Weatherford, TX (280 miles)
When my mother “suggested” I reroute our trip to spend a few days visiting her, I picked this stop because it was the appropriate driving distance for a day’s journey and kept us from traveling through Dallas and Ft. Worth during rush hour traffic. Examining the map later, I discovered we would be camped a short distance from the home of my great aunt, Jean, and her daughter, Linda. Jean was married to my Grandmother Smith’s youngest brother and she and Uncle Leonard had five children
Extracting a promise from the gals to visit us in Spring Branch soon, I pulled myself away and returned to the RV park with leftovers for Wendell in hand. He was already in bed when I arrived but he knows what he’s looking forward to lunch tomorrow. I’m sure I could have stayed for days and we never would have run out of people and things to talk about. Despite its brevity, the visit was a blessing for me…..and I hope for them, as well. I just wish mom could have been with us, but I know she’ll be happy to see the photos I’m bringing.
Linda, and Aunt Jean, thanks for a wonderful evening.