After Roswell, New Mexico, and the U.F.O. Museum and Research Center on that Sunday morning, July 17, 2016, Rick and I were committed to making up some time on the road as we headed home to the southeast coast of Virginia via Texas, Arkansas, and Tennessee (see previous blogs). We were back on the highway just after 12 noon. It was about 2 p.m. Mountain Time, when we started to see the pumpjacks (oil pumping rigs) along the highway. We knew we were fast approaching the Texas state line. Incidentally, it was at the Texas state line that we crossed over from Mountain Time into Central Time, and 2:20 p.m. became 3:20 p.m.
As we were driving on Texas highway 380, we noticed these bigger-than-life roadside arrow sculptures (the most memorable one was in Tahoka, Texas). We were not able to capture them with our camera; but, I did go back on the internet and I learned that these 23-feet tall arrows were created to commemorate the Comanche Indians. I learned that the sculpture artist Charles A. Smith hopes to preserve a fragment of Native American history with each 23-foot Comanche arrow he sets in place to mark the Quanah Parker Trail.
As it approached dusk, we decided to find a spot to stop for the night. We stayed overnight in a town called Eastland about 105 miles west of Fort Worth, Texas. On Monday, July 18, 2016, we got a fresh start; and we were able to have a wonderful lunch in Plano, Texas (a suburb of Dallas) at Anamia’s Tex-Mex Restaurant with a fabulous Facebook buddy and colleague, Dave Jacobs and his wife, Kim.
Dave is equally passionate about being positive as I am; and, he has a fabulous website, The Positive Side (thepositiveside.com), which is leading the effort to empower individuals and organizations to recognize the everyday positive efforts of others to think positive, be positive and encourage others to do the same.
After lunch, we were back on the road again with hopes to make it to Memphis, Tennessee before nightfall. We would have made it, but we had run into some stop-and-go traffic in and around Little Rock, Arkansas, which put us an hour behind schedule. So we stayed the night in a place called Brinkley, Arkansas. The adventure continues tomorrow.
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