The winds approached 55 miles per hour directly from the left side of the Flying Scotsman trying to push us into the gutter all the way. You could taste the blowing sand. We wondered why we only saw a couple of other fools in big rigs like ours ... duh. All the way, we kept looking at parks to stop at, but kept on truckin along. After Abilene, I finally got up the courage to stay on the Interstate at about 50 MPH and it seemed to work OK, but we were right at the edge of control every time we were slammed with another 60 MPH gust from the side.
As we neared Fort Worth from the west, the winds had caused a multi-car pile-up on IH 20 and those wrecks caused a grass fire to start, eventually burning several thousand acres. The area to the right in this photo was on fire and was burning as far as you could see.
Anyway, we are now safely parked in the Treetops RV park in Arlington and visiting with our daughter Leighanne and her husband Brooks who live in Dallas.
Our plan is to leave here on Tuesday and head for College Station and my parents house, spend a few days there and then head south for New Braunfels.