Down Among The Kickapoos

At ten this morning we headed down to Eagle Pass, Texas where the Kickapoo casino is. Not that we're big gamblers but we could hit some quiet country roads. The area has changed so much since John and I were down there. We ate the buffet which didn't impress me that much and put a few dollars in the slots and then headed back home, so we thought. We decided to come home through El Indio, Texas but turned off on a wrong road and did we end up in some scrubby holey country roads. One road we had to go over a scary wooden bridge over an irrigation canal. Before we got there we were driving slow trying to avoid the deep holes to avoid damaging the car when a large truck zoomed past us on the right side. Very dangerous. We saw two women, a bunch of dogs and kids by a gate so we stopped for directions. John ask them where the road straight ahead ends up and they said no where. We changed our mind about that way as it was too cold to sleep in the car or in the bar ditch or walk if we had trouble. They told us we would have to go back over that scary wooden bridge. This detour through the dry scrub brush narrow country rough roads made us about an hour more then it should have getting home. Oh you want to know if we won anything. Won some, lost some, but probably lost more then we won. We can laugh about it now but I think we were all saying a little prayer not to get stranded in that God forsaken land.