
I guess I had the Terlingua Time syndrome when they came and picked up our support trailer Thursday afternoon. I had no urge to pack up and high tail it out of our familiar patch of caliche on the ranch west of Muenster that had been our home for 9 months and 2 weeks. What was a little boondocking going to hurt? We had promised our manager at least a week to find another spot
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