I guess it's time to reveal our troubles.  On Wednesday we left Abilene and headed to Roswell, NM.  We traveled a few hundred miles of uninhabited desert only to find ourselves walking away from our wounded shelter four miles outside of town.  After about a 30 minute hike we were able to catch a ride to a restaurant in the middle of the city.  We completely neglected to bring anything substantial from the RV with us on our trek, so comfort was out of the question.

Unwilling to spend $40 on a cheap motel room we decided the best plan of action was to simply stick it out in a field until morning when a service shop would be open to resuscitate the motorhome.  After about half an hour in the weeds when Brian couldn't breathe and my eyes wouldn't stop watering we broke down and checked into the National 9 Inn.  It didn't have much more to offer than the empty field aside from ESPN.

The next morning we caught a cab out to the RV and somehow managed to get it into town only to find out our travels would be drastically altered.  The engine was blown, it would cost more to fix it than the whole thing was worth and we were trapped in the middle of Blahville, NM with no transportation.

For the motorhome and $400 Brian was able to get us a sexy little 1984 4-cylinder Toyota pickup with 231,000 miles and a snazzy little camper shell.  We put everything from the RV in the back of the truck (except the Ramen, we forgot the Ramen!) and headed back to Texas.  We did manage to visit a couple of alien gift shops, but that was about the extent of our experience in Roswell.

So now we are back in Kaufman formulating a new plan with new adventures and a new ride.  The same basic principles will apply.  Rolling and wandering.