Denton, Texas 2310.6 miles
Not that our supply of Texas is running low (there seems to be quite enough Texas for everyone, with the possible exception of Denton drivers), but I’m only a county and a half away from the Red River, and maybe three hours and odd from home.
The idea of a Corpus Christi-to-Denton run makes sense only if you have some reason to be in Denton, and I did: a meetup with Gradual Dazzle, who bloggeth at Anywhere But Here. She, the spousal unit, and a brace of replacements met me at the Texas Roadhouse (!) for dinner. (Aside to Linda G: Despite having the same floor plan, this one has more than four actual tables.) By prior arrangement, we did not discuss squirrels.
The trip up from the Gulf I-37 to US 77 through Victoria and La Grange and up to Waco, then onto I-35, eschewing Dallas’ version in favor of Fort Worth’s was relatively uneventful, which is the way you want it for an eight-hour run, although there was some actual semblance of rain towards the end, which dropped the temperature from the sweaty 90s to the slightly-less-sweaty 80s.
Victoria has a nice little Historical Section in the middle of town, and a few auto-related oddities: a place that rents tires and wheels, and a Toyota dealer promoting the Tundra as “the only truck built in Texas.” I pulled in at the Dairy Queen for a cone because, well, that’s what I do.
And in the town of West, Texas, I passed an eatery called Jack and Diane’s, owned by, I suppose, two American kids who grew up in the heartland.
The last hotel on the route is a bit on the dumpy side, but it’s got better Wi-Fi than some of the fancier places I’ve stayed lately.