April 24, 2012. Lufkin, Texas. Farm Country.

On secondary roads we drove across Texas, through lush farm lands.    I did not know that this part of Texas had such productive farms.  We saw fields with hundreds of large round bales of hay stretched over the whole acreage.  Our highway for the most part was 21, finally ending on 103 into Lufkin.   At the Rio Grand Valley, you expect productive, lush farms, but today it came as a surprise.  Of course, last year it would have been a different story.

Lufkin seems to be a booming town.  With nothing special happening in town, the first Motel was full, and at The Best Western where we are staying, they had only three rooms available.  Actually, the first motel, a Marriott,  had one room with two beds, but we passed.  We four are too big and too old to sleep in one room, so we drove another half mile down the road.

We could never have found our route without the GPS.   But here we are, having driven along lovely sparsely populated highway on the way to Natchez.  So far so good.