A couple of hours into the day, I reached the western beginning of Interstate 20– the first time I’ve decisively split from I-10 since the Pacific Ocean. I’m leaning toward continuing on I-20 through Dallas, Shreveport, Jackson and Atlanta. We’ll see where the path ultimately leads me, eh?
Interestingly, within maybe three miles of branching up into I-10, the rocky desert hillsides immediately opened up into far-as-one-can-see great plains. Amazing.
Five miles into the morning, I see the sign that brings an end to over a thousand miles of walking on, near, or parallel to Interstate 10: Interstate 20 begins here. So long, I-10, it’s been lovely…
I-10, miles behind me, is full of mountains. I-20 brings an extremely fast change of landscape: plains. I entered the wide, flat, horizon-as-far-as-you-can-see Texas plains within the first five miles of I-20. It’s quite the transition.
WARNING: Hundreds of miles of endless plains ahead!
A look back before dark
Sunset du jour
30 miles of walking today ended with energy for even more miles, but this freeway “picnic area” seemed like it should be the perfect fit for the night. I’ve rolled out my sleeping bag and mat atop a nine-foot long, grated metal picnic table. Truckers use picnic areas as rest areas during the night. It’s going to dip just below freezing tonight, but I feel secure here 