Life's Little Turns

Thank you all for signing your name at the end.

As we rolled out and pointed the nose east, it didn’t quite feel like a clean departure. Rudy and Beata were still behind us—literally—waiting on a tow truck instead of chasing horizon lines. Arrangements had been made for a repair shop and an RV spot for a few days, but that didn’t make the goodbye any easier. This wasn’t just another stop along the way—this was our farewell supper, our last shared laugh, and yes… one final glass of wine that lingered a little longer than usual.

Rudy called later with an update. The tow truck had arrived, though it sounded like it had somewhere more important to be, because they were having a hard time keeping up with it. That alone paints a picture. Still, by the time we heard back again, all was well. Now it was just a waiting game for answers come Wednesday. If you’ve ever traveled in an RV caravan, you know—when one rig has trouble, everybody feels it.

Meanwhile, we pressed on toward Sky City Hotel and Casino. And here’s a little road tip worth its weight in diesel: for $19 (and yes, you have to say you saw the sign), you get a pull-through site with full hookups. Not a bad deal in today’s world where some places charge you extra just to breathe their air.

After getting settled, we headed indoors to the restaurant—because let’s be honest, nobody felt like cooking. We split a slab of ribs, added French fries and sweet potato fries (because balance, right?), and called it a feast. And it was. Plenty of food, good flavor, and the kind of meal that reminds you that sometimes simple is best—especially after a long day on the road.

Morning came early, as it tends to do when you’ve got miles to cover. By 7:20, we were rolling again. Destination: Amarillo. About 350 miles ahead of us.

We decided to switch things up and reserved a spot at a Love's Travel Stop RV site instead of the usual Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks lodge stay. Sometimes convenience wins, and this was one of those times.

And along the way? Well… let’s just say that parts of New Mexico and the Texas stretch we traveled don’t exactly overwhelm you with scenery. There’s a whole lot of “not much” out there. But even in the wide-open nothingness, there’s something to be said for the journey—the hum of the road, the quiet moments, and the stories still unfolding one mile at a time.

Till next time this is DaGirls in Gus da Bus signing off.