Tuesday, January 8, 2008 - Mexia TX
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I'm usually successful at resisting the urge to wash my vehicles. I've been practicing my resistance for years with considerable success as my friends can attest. Guess I'd better practice some more. Those rain god sprinkled the first hundred miles or so of the days travels, starting with a good sprinkle right at the campground. Well done.
Crossing the Sabine River
Another river has been crossed and I've left Louisiana behind and am now well into east Texas.
Gas mileage update
I'll refine this comment more after I fill up tomorrow morning, but it looks like I was optimistic in my assessment of LD's gas mileage improvement after the new catalytic converter was installed. I filled up today in Mansfield, Louisiana and computed 8.15 miles per gallon from that tank. That averaged with the 13.0 mpg of the previous tank yields about 10.5 which is a more reasonable expectation for these easy miles. Even at that that's still a solid 20% increase over my pre catalytic converter average. I'll take it.
Later: The next 6 tanks of fuel after the new catalytic converter was installed yielded an average 9.33 mpg, about 10% better than LD's pre catalytic mileage of about 8.5 mpg for the trip. That's a more realistic improvement and quite welcome.
Night Camp
Wal-Mart Parking Lot in Mexia TX
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Mexia TX
Wal-Mart Supercenter, 1406 East Milam, Mexia, TX 76667 - (254) 562-3831
- Verizon cell phone service - I don't recall
- Verizon EVDO Broadband service - I don't recall
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
They do not Intrude on Each Other
The San Francisco Mountain lies in northern Arizona, above Flagstaff, and its blue slopes and snowy summit entice the eye for a hundred miles across the desert. About its base lie the pine forests of the Navajos, where the great red-trunked trees live out their peaceful centuries in that sparkling air. The pinons and scrub begin only where the forest ends, where the country breaks into open, stony clearings and the surface of the earth cracks into deep canyons. The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do not intrude on each other. ...
The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather, p265, Houghton Mifflin Co paperback edition 1987