I took a road that led to I-10, and instead of turning toward the I-10 on-ramp, I took a right onto Riggs Road. I’d never been on Riggs Road, but I’d heard people say, ‘past Riggs Road,” in conversation. I knew that meant ‘way south’ and out in the boonies. Maybe Riggs Road would lead me to somewhere cool…
I considered turning back toward the I-10, but I couldn’t find a place to conveniently pull off the road. “Soft Shoulder” warning road signs also kept me eastbound.The traffic on the road was pretty unreal. Even though it was 5 PM and rush hour in the city, I couldn’t imagine that Riggs Road, way out in the boonies, got this much travel. Out of nowhere, a speeding, beat-up Honda sedan screamed past my car, going about 90 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. People out here in the boonies probably make their own speed limits, know where they’re going and want to get there.
After driving about 12 miles east with only scrub brush on either side of the road, I saw a water tower, there’s gotta be a town up ahead where I could turn around or at least navigate with my Google maps to find the quickest way back to the city. I got to the water tower and the road turned north. I pulled into a parking lot across from the water tower and plugged in my map information. The shortest way back to the city was to continue through the boonies.
The road to something cool is only a road to nowhere.
Maybe I’ll be able to get back to the city in time to shoot something cool before it gets dark.
Time to get back to the city –
Get me out of the boonies!
Get me out, that is, until the boonies showed me their cotton fields.
Putting the brakes on my plans of beelining back to the city,
I decided to watch the sun set over the cotton fields in the boonies.