The plains of southern Texas aren't as flat as western Kansas.
I don't think.
It's been a while since I was in that part of Kansas. Over forty years. But I the sheer flatness got to me way back then, and this hasn't pushed it out of my mind.
It's flat enough, though. I'm still not really used to looking out there and seeing clear to a horizon. And there are a fair number of places here where I can do it. Not new, but still a little attention-getting.
Having a dog sniff my trailer, now. That was new.
The Border officer was polite and cursory. What was I carrying, was I driving solo, was I a U. S. citizen. Willing to take my word for it. I suspect he would have perked up a bit if the dog had, though...
Which made me think of the extra security precautions I had to put up with, leaving the terminal this morning. Including the small but vital part that had been removed from my trailer. Which I could only get by proving I was supposed to take that trailer out.
Took me a while to figure out what I supposed to do. But I did, eventually. And I got the Bills of Lading and the part at the same time, from Security.
Told my mother-in-law last night I wasn't in any real danger down here. Starting to wonder.
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