Entering Texas we hoped for clear skies and warm weather. Coincidentally we got our wish while staying with friends in Plano, one of the many subdivisions of the massive Dallas metropolis. We made our nest in room 227 of the Day’s Inn. We stayed there for a very sunny week.
While there, we planned on resting up and getting ready for the third and final leg of our journey: the great american southwest! We enjoyed the company of Ben & Sherri just every night and even arranged a ‘Meet & Greet’ at the second Dave & Buster’s installment in the history of their company. At Dave & Buster’s we met many individuals interested in our journey (and maybe a good meal as well). After talking with some about the land ahead the point of the conversation drifts towards one of two things: love or hatred. Thankful for us all undeniably agree that the terrain passing us by is some of the most beautiful. Our banners from Marblehead, MA were shipped over and we were official enough to draw out a news reporter.
Through the countless efforts of folks in Massachusetts and Texas, the National Council for the Boy Scouts of America arranged for me to be honored the highest rank in scouting’s national museum. I was welcomed by the staff and executives in charge. John Newbury from Massachusetts flew down for the occasion to award me the pin. It was an opportunity for all parties involved to benefit and an experience I won’t soon forget.
Leaving Dallas we gave our goodbyes to Ben & Sherri and started our trek west. We had two things on our mind: We were told the weather would be less humid and nicer west of Dallas and secondly that we may wish for a little humidity as we enter the more desolate and arid part of the country, the desert.
Once more, with spirits renewed, and new terrain at our treads we continually pushed forth. Envisioning ourselves as pioneers in a land where one often wonders how many folks have exactly walked on the same soil as yourself (and possibly how many of them lived to tell about it). We will consider rationing our food and conserving our water. Not to worry however, as most towns are within 100 miles of each other. Next stop, Roswell, NM a city that fell in love with aliens. We will try to make it through un-abducted.