Rattlesnake Bomber Base

Last night's marathon of a walk brought me to Pyote, population 133. I camped on this historic marker of the former WWII Rattlesnake Bomber Base.

Last night’s marathon of a walk brought me to Pyote, population 133. I camped on this historic marker of the former WWII Rattlesnake Bomber Base.

Having arrived at 3 AM, the night air was fresh enough to simply lay out tentless. However, after reading this sign carefully (how the base earned its nickname), the tent came out!

Having arrived at 3 AM, the night air was fresh enough to simply lay out tentless. However, after reading this sign carefully (how the base earned its nickname), the tent came out!

 

 George Throop March 4, 2011 via HTC Sense  Another of the endless benefits of walking. Had I reached Monahans with any other means of transportation this evening, I would've missed meeting these two!


George Throop
March 4, 2011 via HTC Sense
Another of the endless benefits of walking. Had I reached Monahans with any other means of transportation this evening, I would’ve missed meeting these two!

 

Arriving to Monahans...

Arriving to Monahans…

Upon arriving, a newspaper reporter recommended that I get a bite to eat at a local Chinese restaurant. I followed up and did so, and upon going to pay for the meal, I was told, “another customer already paid for your meal.” (This brought a tear to my eye– WOW!!!)

 

I was expecting to simply seek out safe, Spartan shelter somewhere this evening, as I did last night, as I do always. And this is where I'm ending up tonight: Monahans Best Western Suites. Story: a local reporter saw me walking, and stopped for the story. Within an hour, he'd contacted the local county judge, who called up the local Chamber of Commerce, who booked this room for me. And I was looking fwd to another night outdoors. (I'm sure I'll get it tomorrow.) For now, jacuzzi for the feet sounds nice...

I was expecting to simply seek out safe, Spartan shelter somewhere this evening, as I did last night, as I do always. And this is where I’m ending up tonight: Monahans Best Western Suites. Story: a local reporter saw me walking, and stopped for the story. Within an hour, he’d contacted the local county judge, who called up the local Chamber of Commerce, who booked this room for me. And I was looking fwd to another night outdoors. (I’m sure I’ll get it tomorrow.) For now, jacuzzi for the feet sounds nice…