2009-08-05: Western Texas is dry and mostly ranch land. I stopped for fuel at a dusty gas station in Pecos. A rough looking Hispanic cowboy, an actual cowboy, not a suburban imitator, asked about why I was there, but not in a hostile way. They probably did not have a lot of visitors, at least not from Illinois. I gave him a summary of what I had done and what I had yet to do, and managed to get a smile and a well-wishing. The temperature began to rise as I made for Big Bend National Park.
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