We sadly left Leah’s around 6:30am, the GPS read: 999.8 miles to San Antonio. As we left, Larry was still talking about cactuses and how much he liked Arizona. On the way, we kept seeing signs for a tourist attraction called “The Thing.” “The Thing – Exit 322,” “The Thing – 100 miles,” “The Thing – 50 miles,” “The Thing 3 miles.”
When exit 322 finally came up, you can guess where Larry and the Family Jules went. The $1 entrance fee got you inside to a self-guided tour of the “museum.” We were warned by the guy who sold us the ticket to be really quiet so as not to wake “The Thing.” They had a lot of old cars including one said to have been used by Adolf Hitler, but couldn’t be proved. There were old weapons and antiques that reminded us of our good friend, Crazy Jeff from the “Point of Interest.” They had one antique gun that was one of the rarest items in the world, and was one of a kind.
We kept following the yellow footprints on the ground where we saw more weird items like giant dried up tarantulas. Finally we arrive in the room where “The Thing” was! It was in a glass case and we slowly peered over the edge to see what it was. It was definitely…. interesting. What is it? Well we can’t tell you that! We will say though, if you ever find yourself somewhere between Arizona and Texas, be sure to stop by! ;)
I guess New Mexico got last pick on the state slogan?
For lunch, we chose a brewery in Las Cruces, New Mexico: High Desert Brewing Co. We ordered extra small nachos and they were bigger than most regular nachos! The food was really good and we liked the beer too. The rest of the day was just a LOT of driving! When we got into Texas, we were literally driving on the border of Mexico. We could see the houses on the other side of the highway. We stopped in a town to get some milkshakes, and we soon realized what sets Texas apart from other states. EVERYBODY drives pick-up trucks!! There was ONE car other than ours that wasn’t a pick-up truck in the entire town!
We drove until we couldn’t anymore and stopped in a truck stop an hour away from San Antonio to spend another night in the car. As they say here in Texas, “Home is where you hang your cowboy hat.” :)
