I drove to Taos, New Mexico from Austin, Texas using Bob's GPS Navigator. When digital watches got big, I found that unlike the hands on my Timex, a digital watch always told me precisely what time it was. But what it didn't show was what time it would be and what time it used to be. Time was a radius of a dial in my head. A GPS is like that. It showed me precisely where I was. But I had programmed it to give me directions to Taos. I knew I was going to stop for the night in Clovis because I made this drive last year. I drove up through the Texas Panhandle, around Lubbock. I got hungry. When I got to Muleshoe, I knew exactly where I was but I didn't know if Clovis was half and hour away or an hour and a half away.
So I decided to stop for dinner in Muleshoe.
I ended up at Pizza Hut. I don't particularly like Pizza Hut, but frankly, in Muleshoe, I wasn't sure if I wouldn't drive all the way through town and back into the empty panhandle. Muleshoe is not large. I had a really indifferent plate of pasta and then took this picture from the parking lot. As far as I can tell, Muleshoe is basically a cluster of buildings on the highway.
Clovis, while not a giant metropolis, is a decent sized town. It turned out to be 27 miles away. I'd have probably had a better dinner there, but I would never have gotten the great photo of a Muleshoe grain elevator.