When Gina Met Tammy...Ch.12
On their last day in Texas, Tammy gets to see the origin of Gina's wealth.
Then the long drive home begins.
TAMMY:
Butterfly kisses woke me up Friday morning. When my eyes opened, Gina was in front of my face, smiling. She kissed me and said, "Wakey-wakey, my love." I buried my face in the pillow and begged for 5 more minutes, but she grabbed my ass and squeezed, telling me "C'mon, sweet-cheeks, we gotta get up so we can get goin'. It's 'bout an hour's drive t' where I'm takin' ya an' I wanna get there so we can see all th' good shit at th' flea market 'fore it gets sold out."
Reluctantly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom -- thank God for odor neutralizer spray!
After I finished and brushed my teeth, Gina went in for her turn. Jerry's shrill whistle for the dog's breakfast rang out while I waited on her, then we got in the shower to get ready for our last day in Texas.
After drying off and getting our hair in shape, we dressed in comfortable T shirts and cargo shorts. Gina told me to wear tennis shoes, since we'll be walking a lot on dusty, uneven ground. In the kitchen, Jerry and Marcie were having some of the pie we'd brought and coffee, so that's what we had for breakfast, too. It was some of the most delicious pie I've ever had!
Jerry said, "So y'all are goin' down the Cap t'day? Tammy, yer 'bout t' see a whole other world, but it ain't even a tenth o' what our state has t' offer." I said I was ready, although I was wondering what was next on my mystery tour. We finished the pie and Gina told them we'd probably be back in time for supper. Jerry said he was going to 'throw some stuff on the grill', and we'd probably eat around 6:00 or 6:30. Marcie asked if we wanted to borrow some ball caps to wear, since it was supposed to be sunny and hot today, but Gina said she planned on stopping at one of the booths at the flea market to get us some straw cowboy hats.
Marcie laughed and said, "Ya better watch out, Tammy. Next she'll be teachin' ya t' Two-Step an' line dance!" Gina put her finger to her lips and said, "Shhh...I ain't told her 'bout that part o' the plan yet!" Laughing, we said goodbye and left, stopping in town for more coffee before heading out.
GINA:
On the way, Tammy asked me exactly what the Cap is. I told her it's where the Caprock ends, and that this part of Texas was weird. Where we were is called the Caprock, the High Plains, the South Plains, West Texas, the
Llano Estacado,
the Panhandle -- any of those names, plus probably more. Because I'm not a geologist, I couldn't explain why, but when we drop off of the Caprock, we're going to get into land that's a lot different than here. Instead of nothing but 'flat' and farmland, where we're going is a lot more rugged, with slow rolling hills and hard ground. I told her all she was going to see was scrub brush and mesquite for miles. It's where the economy really changes from farming to ranching and oil being the main revenue sources.
We'd seen a few pump jacks around my hometown, where small oil deposits were found, but I told Tammy just wait, there's more. Sure enough, the closer we got, we saw more and more of the contraptions, their grasshopper-shaped heads bobbing up and down sucking the oil out of the ground. I said when we got to Granpa Jake's old ranch, she was going to see hundreds of them churning away. The landscape was slowly changing, and when we hit the 'drop-off' point, all Tammy could say was "Oh, SHIT!" Miles and miles of green and brown brush dotted with scraggly mesquite trees and pump jacks filled our view now as we descended into the alien world.
It's been several years, but I remembered enough to get us to the flea market. As usual, it was hot, dry, and dusty. We did beat the crowds, though, so we started walking through the various booths and buildings. I bought us a couple of straw hats like I'd said I would -- these were 'pre-stressed', and I giggled and told Tammy she looked like Debra Winger in 'Urban Cowboy'.
In one of the buildings there was a store that sold boots, and I took Tammy in there. We tried on boots until we found some we liked. Tammy got a pair that was dark brown on the foot part, lighter brown on the top, and had inlays of red roses. A Texas flag covered about a third of the rear shaft, and the 1 ½ inch riding heels really made her butt pop! When I'd moved to Durango, I had to throw my old boots out, since they were beat up and needed resoling, and getting a nice new pair felt good. Mine were a lighter shade of brown all over, and had a waving American flag as the inlay on the front shaft, completed by riding heels also. We wore them for our whole shopping trip, starting to get them broken in. I told Tammy that we were ready now to go to a club in Durango that she'd told me had Country Western nights once a week -- after I teach her to dance, that is.
Tammy was having fun buying souvenirs for herself and to send to Keme and Angie. One of her favorites was shirts that had the slogan 'Lucky Me -- I Love a Texan' on it (I liked that!). She actually got 3 different ones -- a tank top, a T shirt, and a sweatshirt. We shopped for about 3 hours and had a couple of bags of goodies when we stopped to get some
carne asada
burritos for dinner. They came with a salsa that wasn't quite as hot as Miguel's, but it still lit her mouth on fire and she ended up drinking her soda and part of mine to quench the burning!
Hot, dusty, and tired, we made our way back to the car and took off our boots. Tammy kissed me and thanked me, then we drove a few miles to where Granpa Jake's ranch had been. The main gate was closed off, but the sign above it marked the site as the 'Markson Field'. It had 'Posted -- No Trespassing' signs posted all along the barbed wire fence boundary, but from the road we could see hundreds of pump jacks working away. I said, "There it is, baby. That's where our money is coming from." Tammy wrinkled her nose at the smell of the crude oil, but I laughed and told her it smelled like Benjamins to me.
TAMMY:
This state never ceases to amaze me. What Gina takes for granted is a whole new experience for me, and I'm loving it. I've been taking as many pictures as I can, and I'm glad I can upload everything to the iCloud or else my phone would probably be full.
We'd turned around and were heading back towards 'civilization' when Gina stopped suddenly and pointed to some mesquite trees on the side of the road, telling me to look at the base of the trees. I saw my first live nine-banded armadillo digging in the dirt and managed to get some great pictures of it! When it burrowed its way down out of sight (she said they like to eat the roots of the mesquite), she pointed out some dark clusters with tiny whitish berries in the tops of the mesquite trees, and said that was wild mistletoe. After getting some shots of that, we kept going, heading up onto the Caprock again.
Gina started driving towards Lubbock. She said she wasn't going into the city, and that it would take at least 3 or 4 days to really explore this area, but she was going to a winery just outside of Lubbock, called Caprock Winery. I was surprised to find out that besides cotton, the Lubbock area had some award-winning wines that were made here.
Once we got there, we passed on the tasting tour since Gina is driving, but she remembered a couple of types that were good. There was one called 'White Gold' (named after what cotton is called) and the other is 'Flirt'. They weren't expensive, but Gina said she thought I'd like them. We bought a case of each, planning on giving some to Marcie and taking the rest home.
We were back into the 'flat' again, and Gina started back towards her hometown, on a different road than we'd come in on. To pass the time and keep myself from nodding off, I asked Gina what the weather was like here in winter, since it gets so hot in the summer. She chuckled and said that because the Arctic Express would come barreling down the Plains, and there's nothing to slow it down like mountains or trees. The freezing wind would meet the moist warm air from the Gulf. This resulted in snow and ice, usually before we even got any in the Northeast. I doubted her at first, but a quick search on earliest winter precipitation proved she was right!
GINA: