The views are something else, and photographs do not do them justice, you see tracks going off into the far distance, and not a house or shack in sight, just the distant hills, one expects to see John Wayne coming over the hill at any time.
On the way to Sanderson you virtually follow the Rio Grande river, and being so close to Mexico expect to be stopped at immigration check points. We climbed gently virtually all the way and were following the railway line, a goods train was moving along with 3 engines and Jane counted 108 trucks, quite long I reckon.
Sanderson is a one street town, with not much going for it since the railway company moved out a few years ago. The site owners said they built the first house here for about 30 years. Only one night here as well, off to Fort Stockton where we will hopefully pick up the titles for the vehicles.
Observation position overlooking the Rio Grande railway bridge built in 1944 and still in use. (Any similarities in look to the 9th hole at Akebar - purely coincidental!!)
Just to prove the temperatures, we came for some heat as well as sun, Fort Stockton = 29F, Hull 55F, guess we got it wrong, the water pipe froze again, ah well it has got to get better.
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