As we were pulling into our camping space, the fellow in the trailer on the other side of the road from us called across, "What part of Washington are you from?" Amazingly, for the fourth time on this journey, we had run across a fellow Seattle-ite! If I knew much of anything about mathematics, I could probably figure out the probability of such a repeated occurrence – let's see, out of 81 nights of camping, with 50 states to come from, to have four from, not only the same state, but the same metropolitan area – hmmm . . .
So happy hour was another pleasant evening – warm enough to sit outside, no mosquitoes, congenial company to visit and share a glass with – perhaps I'm prejudiced but there must be something special about Seattle-ites since we haven't met one yet that we didn't like . . . of course it's easy to say that when you're in Texas . . .
Partway from Davis Mountains to Carlsbad, it was time to stop for lunch in Pecos, TX – the first really good Mexican food we've had on this trip. I had never before heard of a "Chile con queso steak," but it was superb. And of course Clara had to have the Sopaipillas for dessert – in case you didn't know, "sopaipilla" means "little pillow" in Spanish, it's a light, puffy pastry served with honey, rather similar to the beignets found in New Orleans. The restaurant was Alfredo's and the mural out front was a pleasure.
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