24 - 12. PALO DURO CANYON TO MEMPHIS, TEXAS

We are now zooming in on Dallas along 287. This morning we left the wonderland of Palo Duro Canyon and emerged on the flat, frosty and windy Panhandle Plains. In Memphis cotton was flying in the wind and half the shops seemed to have gone out of business. The little town was closed down for Christmas, a few churches flashed their neon-signs and we could chose from two empty Indian-run motels. Green Car was plugged into the AC-outlet and the only source of heat in our room. We put on more clothes and lit up the Christmas-tree from China. Elliot loved it. Ida heated an Indian dish and Nina warmed a blueberry pie. During the night I listened to the mighty trains. The ground was shaking as countless wagons pulled by massive BNSF locomotives passed by. Hybrid EVs. Electric traction is powerful. 

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