Kermit, Texas is so named for a Roosevelt, son of our former president Teddy. The county wraps around the bottom left of the Texas Panhandle, and I've decided to stop here for the night to get some work done.
A quick note on the corner: I may or may not write about this in one of my columns, so while I can't say much, I will say this: it's at the only sign not facing the road. I know, hard to believe. But it IS there on 1218 within the confines of Flying Pan Ranch. You can find it, point-seekers!
After a quick bite to eat at a Mexican carneceria and bakery (It's on the northern end of town on Hwy 18. Good hot asado burrito. Finally, the food had some kick to it! Everything's hotter in West Texas, I guess.), I entered the heart of Kermit. I mailed some books out at the post office and dumped a ton of trash. My bag feels like a normal weight for the first time in several days. Alas, with the huge empty stretches ahead, this will be a short-lived victory.
My friend Darren just informed me that Orla (my next PO drop) is a ghost town. Hoowee. Really takes the wind out of you, hearing something like that.
Welcome to West Texas. There is more to come.
Until next time...