Texas: 0 out of 5 stars, would not recommend

 Pretty sure that the stereotypical portrayal of Hell is based on Texas. SO. FREAKING. HOT. There are no words to describe it, especially when traveling in an RV be with questionable AC. All day the temperature was well over 100 degrees. Even at midnight last night, it was still in the 90s. 

Yesterday started out good. We had stayed in Amarillo, and from there we went to Lubbock to see the prairie dog town they have preserved there. It was fun to see them--quite the social little critters! I even got to see a burrowing owl, which made my day. Burrowing owls like to take over abandoned prairie dog burrows, so they tend to be neighbors a lot.

After we left Lubbock, we started the long haul to Dallas. This is what it looked like:

So dang hot! Finally, when the temperature inside the RV was 99 degrees, we decided we needed to make a change. We stopped, unloaded the van from the trailer, and most of us rode in the van with its good AC. Once I could think without threat of my brain combusting, I actually began to enjoy the beauty of Texas hill country.

I had Garrett take some pictures, but they don't really do it justice. It was some beautiful country--IF seen from inside an air-conditioned car.

We got to our campsite about 30 minutes east of Dallas around 8:30 PM, and it was still 100 degrees. We immediately set up our auxiliary air conditioner, but it wasn't until after 1 AM that I was finally comfortable enough to sleep. 

Did I mention it was HOT???

After we got the RV hooked up, we took the van to buy some ice. I drove to try to give LaMar a break, but I ended up almost killing him instead. I pulled out onto a road that I thought was a two-lane. Turned out it was a four-lane with a large island separating the two sides of the road. Yes, I was driving on the wrong side of the road. A couple of cars passed me and flashed their high beams at me. I was rather annoyed because I didn't have my high beams on, so I just flashed them back. It wasn't until we came within just a few feet of a head-on collision that I realized what I had mistakenly done. By this time the island in the middle had narrowed, and I was able to see that there were more lanes on the other side. I quickly bumped across the island to get in the correct side of the road. It was one of the more terrifying and embarrassing moments of my life.

Now we are en route to Natchitoches, Louisiana, where we are going to stop early for the day, have church, take long, cold showers, and rest. I found an RV park with lots of shade, spacious sites, and private showers. I am looking forward to it!