We escaped the ice age and were off on a bright, warming, sunny day toward the Real West. We did find some wide open spaces, some ranch signs and even longhorn cattle. We also toured a ranch owned by someone without a name, just initials. LBJ. Guess he could not buy a vowel from Vanna. Ha, I should write a book or a movie. BUT there are no dirt streets, no swinging doors, no smell of gunpowder in the morning. This guy even had 8 cars and a jet airplane and not a horse in sight, NOT A COWBOY. Something is seriously wrong here. Plus I have not found a boot, a hat or any pearl handled colt six-shooters with matching leather holsters. Where is the Real West? I heard someone say we are in central Texas so we are not yet in West Texas. How we can meander so much is only understood by watching the Driver flail around. He saw an ice cream stand today, that was good. We made eleventy turns to get to it and it was right on the main highway. I forgave him because it was really good ice cream. We are going somewhere else tomorrow so I am keeping my hooves crossed.