Odessa, TX …and Yes, We're Still in Texas.

Good morning all. How's your Joe this fine day?

The rest of the trip is just like floating through the Panama Canal. It's a relocation cruise. We left Waxahachie, now we're in Odessa. Texas. There's not a lot to say, except "WHEW! This is a wide state!" When they came up with the saying that everything is bigger in Texas, it originated with the people trying to get through it.

On a side note, Texas has taken on the precaution of warning you when you're approaching Steve Tye. It's a public service.

I don't think I've ever been to Odessa, but as soon as you drive through, you're reminded that it and Midland are oil towns. It's pretty stereotypical. Every parking lot is full of pick-ups. It's flat. It's arid. And it's rocky/sandy. But the sunsets and sunrises make for nice photos.

I think Cmdr. McCroc has infected my crew. A visit from the doctor and Samantha yesterday cemented it. Look at their feet. Not pictured is a third set of croc-clad tootsies, the HB was wearing a pair too. If you were to walk over to the Professor's rig, same thing. What in the haberdashery and the hemoglobin is happening here?

Drink 'em, if you got 'em!

One band, one sound.

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