We can't seem to find our way out of Texas

We follow Highway 83 up from Brownsville following the Rio Grande, it is 800 miles up to Highway 10, which will let us go west across the US, the towns are small and very Mexican, as the border to Mexico is the middle of the Rio Grande

Most of the time is desolate shrubs and cactus, then you would get a glimmer of a town in the horizon, this is Laredo in horizon

Laredo is much larger than we thought

We can get real Mexican Tacos, which is comforting as we are on the border, makes me wonder what is in those fake tacos I've been eating

We could get anything we wanted in Laredo, but it's too early in the afternoon and we have lots of miles to go, to get us out of Texas, we have to keep going, how did those covered wagons do it?

It is close to 100 degrees outside, and very humid, we have both the generator and the house air conditioner going and the chassis air, neither can keep up they are blowing warm air, our refrigerator is making a funny humming noise, it's having trouble too

We are still only a few hundred miles from the Gulf and it keeps this area very humid, can't imagine it in the summer when the temperatures are over 110, we are all panting now!

The automatic visor breaks and hangs down in front of Cindy, the bugs are smashing on to the windshield, and we are in the middle of no where, we could stay in the rest area, but decide against it, since all we see are border patrol, patroling around

We make it to Del Rio, never heard of it before, but it's big, really big, Laughlin Air Force Base is here, they train people to fly here, second largest employer is, The Border Patrol

It's got a dollar store so it's gotta be OK, life is good, if you have a dollar you can shop

But. better yet, it has a Wal Mart, I've got to get some stuff to fix the visor and clean up the windshield

Right out front they are featuring their hot peppers, and.......

Lard

Corn Meal

And Corn Husks, lots of tamales going on here

These are 28 cents each but I don't know what they are

Green prickly potatoes, maybe?

We get back on the road, we drove 400 miles in a day to Del Rio, and today we drove about 350, to Van Horn, it all pretty much looked like this, with no one on the road but us

We get stopped twice by the Border Patrol Check Points, one guard talks to us, while the other has his drug sniffing dog go all around our motor home and tow car, no problem

We finally see Highway 10 it goes from Florida to La, all along the bottom of the U.S., to us, it means better roads and more people around in case something goes wrong. We only have 120 miles to go to reach El Paso, the end of Texas