Sanderson, Texas has no reason to exist other than it is at a crossroads and is about 100 miles from other cities south and east. Towns that tried to grow solely on road traffic or used to exist within 40 or 50 miles from a trip starting point have withered without any other redeemer, like a natural resource. Traffic was typical on 10, trucks and tourists. Four pairs of towing-towed vehicles were traveling together. Mayflies of the interstate.
Cheap motels are favorites of a segment of touring riders.
I could tell I chose well, because the parking lot in front of my room was branded with the footprints of previous motorcycle centerstands. Horses recognize a good corral. One last note, after umpteen times of passing through Van Horn, I finally ate at Ex-Esquire Higdon's favorite mexican restaurant, Chuy's. And I met Chuy.