Saturday, July 10, 2010

Houston TX to Childress TX

Yep...ride all day, don't even get out of the state of TX.

Not much to say except it was was sorta flat....then it was flat. We had surprisingly comfortable temperatures, thanks to light cloud cover all day, even a few sprinkles of rain here and there, and evidence of previous copious rain in the towns we rode through.

Lots of cows, too. In one particular pasture the cows were lined up single file, all headed in the same direction we were. Big cows, little cows, black cows, brown cows. All trotting along in perfect formation, spaced evenly apart, moving along at a pretty good clip, too. But always a trot, never faster than a trot. I'm always curious when I see this, wondering where they're going, who they're going to see, what treats await them when they reach their owner in his pickup truck. When I got to the head of the line of cows...and there must have been 30 or 40 of them...there was no one. No rancher. No pickup truck filled with cow treats. Just a corner of the pasture, and the cows were forming up against the fence line. They apparently knew something the rest of us didn't.

We had lunch at a Dairy Queen, parked our BMW's next to a Ducati and a BMW F800RT. The owners were easy to pick out of the Hayseed, USA clientele at the DQ. We sat with them and chatted, found out where they were headed, told them were we were headed. Asked the fellow why he wasn't headed for the BMW rally in OR.

In Wichita Falls, at a gas stop, we saw our first group of BMW's. They zipped by on US 287.
That was kind of exciting.

In Childress for the night's stop, having a Subway sandwich next door to the hotel, we saw our next group of BMW's. We wondered if it was the same group.

Tomorrow: More of the same landscape for much of the day as we ride to Limon CO.


  1. About the cows: Livestock will sense when a storm is coming. I usually see this in the winter when they head to the north corner (generally north, if you're in Texas) toward the storm. There they wait for the storm. When the storm arrives, they are ready to drift along in the direction of the storm, rather than fight the wind/weather.

    This is what my daddy learned from his daddy, then taught me. (I come from many generations of Texas ranchers.)

  2. So did I Claye. The horn in the pick up served us well. When you needed to round up for sale or medical shots you didn't do as the moves show by getting on a horse and rounding up. You got in your pick up and went out there and blew your horn. Soon you'd have them all there ready for their shots.

    Great blog Barb.