The wind was blowing this morning, and I took off heading into it up hill until I reached the plains. I was at some elevation, the land was flat and I could see forever. And the wind was blowing hard, stealing gas from me at an astonishing rate. When you’re on the plains, and in Texas, you expect this.
The fields were recently plowed and furrowed, no doubt for cotton, which reminded me of the hazard of dust storms. And I did encounter a fairly good one but got through it just fine. Something I have to keep my eye on.
Clovis, like Lubbock, is a commercial and transportation center for the region, doing things like cotton, oil, grain, and beef. There are trains, trucks, storage units, and equipment companies, as well as strip malls and big box stores to serve the people that keep all that working.
I’m taking a day off from driving, stocking up some groceries and planning my next leg. There’s a railroad museum here, as well as a large switching yard to go see. Weather is favorable, but cool at night, and windy.