Obsessive ramblings of my travels on a Harley, my findings of awesome food, and my love for a man named Alice.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
August 09, 2012
There were no hotel rooms in Ozona tonight. There are too many oilfield workers there. We stopped in Junction instead. Just before we finished unloading the rain came. We are yet to take a long journey that we do not have rain the first day.