From Post To Gail

It's two lane blacktop. We encountered one vehicle, a large pickup, going out. It is very lonely out on that stretch of road.

For a lot of these pictures, we just stopped in the middle of our lane of traffic, sometimes for fifteen minutes. The silence was eerie. We just parked in the road because there was no road shoulder. We were all alone out there.

This is ranch land, with few signs of habitation. It's like this for many miles.

My wife knew that there was a huge high school ahead, in Gail, out in the middle of this wilderness. 

Gail consists of this enormous high school, a few dwellings for support staff and teachers, and little else. There are no markets, no gas stations, no doctors, no post office (that we could see)-- no theaters, no restaurants, no clothing stores. It is downright weird. The high school is far removed from any town of any size, and we saw no school buses. There is something very strange about this place. Post might be the closest town but Post is quite small. Who is served by this school? Where do the students come from? How do they get there? How does anyone survive in Gail? Imagine driving twenty miles or more to buy groceries and gas up your car. It boggles the mind. Gail seemed to us to be something out of the Twilight Zone.

POST!!

Yes, as promised, Post. Post, as promised. Look at Post.

Post is the most. Remember, I like to ZOOOOOM in on things. These pics might not be representative of Post, just as a pimple on the end of your nose might not be representative of your sunny visage.

We ate lunch in Post, but did not spend much time there, frankly. Our objective was Gail. Next time I update this blog, we will be on the road to Gail. That road, in fact, is a designated Texas Scenic Trail. It is a pretty amazing drive. It is also kind of scary.

South Of Regis

We are going to finish our examination of this subdivision near the airport. My pics aren't representative. I only photograph what I find interesting. There are some nice houses in this area.

If I post any photos of a house, odds are it's derelict. 

Cactus were in bloom when we took this drive.

 Agh! I see goats!

 And here's yet another old, dead, mattress...
 
 

Lubbock's "Airport District"

It's largely a wasteland. Businesses here, once, but not so many anymore. We photographed the ruins.

It's hard to say what kind of activity takes place in ruins like these, if any. One hopes that nothing illegal goes on, in the dark, in the night...

These places are not only close to Lubbock's "International" Airport (something of a joke, there)-- they are also very near a private airfield. Let's hope these buildings contain no meth, no cocaine, no heroin. One never knows. Believe me, the locals would not WANT to know. Too many boats rocking, you know? 

There's a residential area south of the airport, and we looked at that, too. It's south of Regis and east of MLK. Some good ruins there, as well.

As I write these very words, our city is being inundated with rain. Maybe I will be able, in the future, to post pics of flooded parks and roads and vast seas of mud. But first I will finish this series, and I have many pics taken recently in Post, and beyond Post, through a canyon that is nothing but ranch land for many miles, and then the city of Gail, out in the middle of a huge wilderness, far from Post or any other city, but they have a HUGE high school with a very fancy football stadium, a few houses occupied by support staff and teachers for this amazing school, and nothing else-- no entertainment apart from high school events, no place to buy gas, or get groceries-- nothing! It's one of those strange Texas things. I find it eerie.