Today, our goal was to cross Texas. We have had
some inclement weather. Colorado showed her brunt with four feet of snow
and New Mexico chased us with ice and sleet. After viewing the lunar
eclipse from “The Land of Enchantment,” we were ready to head East.
Hoping for clear skies in the Lone Star state, we packed up and hit the
The weather was fine, but a storm of another sort
was brewing. Let me begin this tale by stating that Andy and I are law
abiding citizens. We appreciate and respect those who enforce the laws,
but for some unknown reason, we keep running into trouble with those
protectors of justice.
As we rolled along Interstate 40, an unexpected
flashing of lights filled our rearview mirror. I quickly remembered our
run-in with the law at Hoover Dam, and I confess that I was beginning to
feel a bit frustrated with that sight.
I looked at my husband, who was calm and
unflustered. I, on the other hand, was feeling infuriated. I was
preparing to give this lawman a nice piece of my mind. I was tired of
the unnecessary badgering of innocent West Virginians trying to cross
the country. Andy quickly gave me the look that said--be still and don’t
The “Texas Mountie” swaggered his way up to my side
of the truck, but I obediently held my tongue. Buford T. Justice would
have been proud of this Smokey. His Southern drawl was slow and
deliberate as he declared our sin against his fine state. “No mud
Andy politely explained that we were mere travelers
headed home and that this problem would be rendered on our arrival into
West Virginia. He smiled as he took our paperwork and headed back to his
vehicle. At this point, I figured there would be no harm in asking the
officer one innocent question and I was given the go ahead from Andy.
The trooper handed Andy a warning for his
infraction. Since he showed this act of kindness, I knew he would answer
my question. He gave us great directions to the desire of my heart--the
Country Barn Barbecue. Thanks to a violation in Amarillo, we had the
best Barbecue in all of Texas. It was delicious! Isn’t it wonderful how
things work out?
We decided not to linger in Texas. We knew there
were more “County Mounties” out there looking for violators of their
laws. As the Bonnie and Clyde of this journey across the country, we
aimed to escape Texas and all chance encounters with Buford T. Justice.
We were grateful for the good food and good story
that came with this close call, but, to paraphrase a song line--“We’ve
got a long way to go and a short time to get there. We’re east bound and
down, so watch these Mountaineers run.”