Out of Texas.

April 1, Naples.

This our last date in Texas for now, tomorrow we're entering Arkansas. I feel as if we are on the brink of leaping into the wilderness, launching into our voyage at last, into unknown territory, the real thing now.
On highway 271 driving out of town: Little Cypress Creek, followed by Lilly Creek; then Dahlia Road, and Oppossum Road. It would have been lovely, I thought, were I not passing them at the wheel of a diesel-belching one-ton beast spewing "100 times more sooty particles than gasoline engines," as the American Lung Association site reveals.