Cowboy country

Holy Cows Billy Bob, slow this big thing down. Didn't you see the turn off to them ostriches back there? There musta been a ga... gazil.....bout ten of them. Now I done forgot the name of the place....damn.

Anyhows, I got up early this morn'n think'n time would fly by and I could hit the road come bout 10 or 11am. By 9am I was so bored I had to do something. So here I am at 1pm sit'n in Texas Canyon 200 mile down the road. Went through Tuscon do'n a hunert mile a hour. Well maybe not that fast, but poooof, Tuscon was in my rear view mirrors. Gonna make it to Lordsburg sometime this afternoon....get'n low on gas. May even decide to goon to Deming before the sun sets. Only another 130 mile. What ya think???

After read'n all them cowboy books, I been noticing all these little towns along the way. Well hell, that's where Luke Short rode his horse, Wyatt Earp shot them fellers in Tumbstone, Wile E. Coyote done catch up to that pesky damn roadrunner. Boy howdy.

Walked the dog and stretch my legs, ate me up a samich and now I think I feel a nap com'n on.

Well I want you lookie here. Old Billy Bob is in Lordsburg, New Mexico. Just put 150 dollar worth of gas in this thing and still have plenty daylight left to make it to Deming by supper time (late supper). But boy howdy is the wind ever blow'n. Lucky for me, it's blow'n on my backside....sav'n gasoline by the gallon.

6pm......Yep, here I are back in Deming. Sadie was happy to see we were finally home. Old pesky Wayne was happy to see us back. Says he can out drive me and beat me at a game of golf ball swak'n. That remains to be seen....maybe tomorrow afternoon.