Turkey, Texas.

That's right. Our first stop after pulling out of Frisco after Thanksgiving seems on brand. Turkey, Texas. I was so glad to find Turkey on the way to Caprock Canyons. I thought I had a little more time to fill my extra fuel cans prior to hitting the "Wild West". I was wrong. Turns out, I burned a little more fuel trying not to get stuck with the windmills. Honestly, it didn't look bad but once the tires coated with whatever glue that was, it was spin city, but I digress. I was running on vapors and the gage was dropping fast about thirty minutes south of Turkey! That's when you realize you've been holding your breath for a few minutes, your mind somehow thinking that's going to help. No. It doesn't.  

Now this is where timing gets tricky. I'll find this true more times than not on this trip. I'm looking at the map, taking a 360 look around my surroundings. Just trying to get a particular location destination chosen this morning to set camp for the night, and at this point, other than New Orleans, we've just been hauling to get to anything cool looking, so I don't have a drive/photo/drive daily average distance yet. So, I'm not currently certain what my daily average time/distance will be. But this town is really cool. I want to check it out, I give myself 30 minutes.

It was eerily quiet, I'm walking around, I look left/right for traffic, nada. It took a second for me to realize. There's no people. Now, keeping in mind, we're in the middle of "lessoning the curve" in 2020, wondering how bad Covid will be. With that in mind, I'm not totally surprised but, nobody? Not one person. It was as if I had just arrived in a ghost town that had seemingly turned that way over night and here I am documenting it's demise. 

Well, hopefully not, Turkey is a small town just south of Amarillo and borders Caprock Canyons and that's where I was headed. It was a nice camera warm up and leg stretch but we've got to keep moving. I heard there's some buffalo roaming around here somewhere...

Welcome to Turkey.