July 25-26, 2005 Lubbock

I hit the road at about 10:30am, not really sure what to expect on the road to Lubbock. I hoped for similarly beautiful photo-ops, just like the previous day, and I was not disappointed.
Between Snyder and Post, TX.
Westward, I drove.
Grass turned from green to yellow. Lush farmland began to disappear, and gave way to an entirely different terrain. The desert is near.
I look at the sky in some of these pictures, and I close my eyes and remember feeling like I was moving in a dream.
Abandoned farms.
The grass in this arid land is dying.
Oil, oil, everywhere.
Sometimes when you realize you're the only person on the road for miles in each direction, you don't know whether to smile or freak out and cry.
Wind power.
Any sign of life while driving through the Texas panhandle means a city is approaching.
There's even oil in Lubbock.
This scrapyard was near my motel.
More scrapyard photography.
If you can't tell, I have a thing for trains.
To give you an idea of how hot it gets in Lubbock, take a look at this dirt road.
Driving down one of the main drags in Lubbock, on my way to the Buddy Holly Center.
In the air-conditioned Buddy Holly Center, a man fell asleep next to me as we watched a short documentary on the life and music of Mr. Holly.
After 90 minutes of exploration in the museum, I decided to get an early dinner. I found this brewery, and drank myself retarded on homebrews. Oatmeal Stout and "Red Raider Ale." Thankfully, the drive back to my motel was only two blocks.
Texas.
That night, I went back to my motel room and played guitar for a few hours, before receiving a phone call from a love interest back home. Drunkenly, I attempted to toe the line between rational phone conversation and phone sex marathon.