Lunch and Monkey Business at Colorado Springs

At Colorado Springs KOA...

We never know what any day will bring, but we always anticipate a good time when we meet up with friends Ed and Marilyn. Mutual friends Bob and Janet tagged along with them for lunch today, and their presence just added to the merriment. We met at the English Dockside Seafood Restaurant in Old Colorado Springs, where we had a really good lunch and got caught up with each other's meanderings.

Sandy, Janet, Bob, Ed and Marilyn

After we ate, we followed our friends out to their summer digs at Mountain Dale RV Resort south of Colorado Springs on highway 115. It's easy to see why they spend summers here; the place is beautiful, and especially so today after the mountain showers had freshened the trees and landscaping. The temperature was in the sixties, and we felt almost smug that we were here rather than in Texas today. We gathered once again in Ed and Marilyn's Mobile Suites fiver to enjoy some lemon merengue pie that Sandy had made earlier in the day, knowing it is Ed's favorite. Here's a photo of the pie as it came out of the oven:

 

 



We all sat around eating pie (it was delicious), but not before Ed had made noises of disapproval about the size of the portions that were being served. I think he was suggesting smaller sizes for everyone except himself. When Bob declined to take a slice, Ed smiled broadly, but the rest of us were worried that Bob may have stopped his therapy too early. That's just not normal.

As always happens with this bunch, we laughed a lot and, for the guys, it was open season for the disparagement of everything from our age and looks to Ed's and my flying skills which, of course, should never be open to question. This was nothing new, of course, and I would be worried if we didn't get to slam each other a bit. Bob even had the nerve to take sides with Sandy in one of her ravings about the qualities of different kinds of ice in beverages. I have warned him before about talking to women; it's like taking a cap pistol to a gunfight.

We soon said our goodbyes, feeling good about having had a visit with these good friends.

After a little rest, we decided we wanted a hamburger, so we stopped at the Green Line Grill, a highly-recommended burger joint. When we arrived, we found it pretty much a dive, but we've found some of the best food in such places, so that didn't deter us. We weren't disappointed; both of us had their signature onion burger and hand cut seasoned fries. Both were delicious, for sure. Take a look:

We had read in some of the reviews about the "vibe" of this place, but we didn't notice anything peculiar in this tiny place with only five tables. Before long, however, some additional patrons strolled in, and we started to understand about the "vibe." 

This young man certainly made a personal grooming statement:

Now far be it from me to judge people based on their hairstyle. I merely wondered how I would look if I had enough hair to do this.

A few minutes later a gentleman walked in and sat at the counter on a stool very close to our booth. After placing his order, he turned around and, without solicitation from us, began a soliloquy about a breed of goats whose bleating sounds much like a human scream. He then demonstrated the sound in a loud voice, causing the rest of the customers to look up from their meals and causing a bite of my onion burger to become quite lodged in my gullet in the approximate area of my larynx. Sandy jumped, and her eyes quickly darted around the room, as if she were sizing up all the potential exits. Perhaps it was Sandy's reaction or the increasingly blue tint of my face, but he soon turned around and apologized to the red-faced manager for scaring the customers. Thankfully, a quick cough dislodged my onion burger cud, and things quickly returned to normal. Or so I thought.

After a few minutes, a young lady strolled in and sat down beside the goat impressionist. She was rather unremarkable except for her attire or, rather, what little of it there was. To say that she may have been underdressed for the cold and rainy 61-degree weather outside was an understatement. She engaged the man in a conversation, the details of which were inaudible, but it appeared some kind of negotiation was being discussed. He eventually shook his head decidedly, and she took a few bites of his french fries and walked out of the restaurant. Now I'm not speculating about the meaning of that encounter; I report, you decide. What I do know is that this was one of the more memorable restaurant meals we've had in a long time.

On our way back to the KOA, I stopped to get some gas in Mae and noticed an unusual fifth wheel parked nearby. There was no one attending the vehicle, so I couldn't ask anyone about it. I took this photo, but I still can't imagine what this configuration might be:

What a day! Like I said, you never know what any day will bring, but as Ed always signs off, "Life is good!"

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Lunch With Friends in Colorado Springs

At Colorado Springs KOA...

Dave and Martha Jo are more Texas expat friends of ours who have relocated here, and we were thrilled when they agreed to have lunch with us. 

Sandy and Martha Jo taught gifted children in the Irving, Texas school district before they retired, and Dave is a retired business executive. They are a sweet couple, and we had a great time talking all through lunch and way beyond. What a treat to see them again!

The venue was my choice, a small restaurant named Basil Thai. I found good reviews on Yelp, so I felt pretty confident that we would have a good meal. And we did, sort of; it's just that most everything we had was, well, mediocre. I don't quite understand the high marks of some of the reviewers but, then, I'm awfully picky. If I owned a restaurant, I would hate to have myself as a customer.

Now that we have heard several stories from our friends as to why they relocated here from Texas, we see there is a common theme. They love this picturesque area, and it's too doggone hot in the summertime in Texas. And as I write this post very late in the evening, I notice that the temperature past midnight in Forth Worth is still 84 degrees. A glance at the OAT gauge on Phannie now reveals 68 degrees as the temperature here in Colorado Springs. This could give even a diehard Texan like me impure thoughts about moving. (I said it "could" give me such thoughts; I didn't say it did.) 

After lunch, Sandy and I did a little shopping and went back to Phannie for a much needed nap after all that activity. Dinner was at a tiny Mediterranean diner downtown called Jerusalem Café. Sadly, it mimicked our lunch meal in its dedication to "average." This bolsters my theory that only about one restaurant in 15 might be worthy of my second visit. Only about one in 30 would get a rating higher than three stars or get a recommendation from me. And only in one in a hundred would any attempt to steal my food be met with gunfire.

Tomorrow will be another fun lunch, this time with longtime friends and fellow bloggers Ed and Marilyn. This his been a great layover for us, and we feel very fortunate to have seen all these fine folks.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Catching up in Colorado Springs

At the Colorado Springs KOA...

One of the best things about being retired is being able to free up some time to reconnect with friends in distant places. Such was our experience in Colorado Springs this evening with Sandy's longtime high school friend Vicki and her sister, Phyllis. Until today, these were only cyber friends for me, but I quickly felt as though I had known them for a long time. 

The conversation never lagged with these merry souls, and we shared a lot of laughs over some really fine Mexican food at Hacienda Colorado. My favorite dish was, unfortunately for me, Sandy's--a trio of enchiladas (chicken, barbacoa and shrimp) ordered a la carte. If you should go there, you won't be disappointed if you order this. I know, because I stole several bites when Sandy wasn't looking.

Vicki has been a faithful follower of this blog, and I think she may be won over to RVing in the near future; we hope so.

Coming down off Raton Pass was done only reluctantly this morning, as it meant leaving behind the cool air and facing the ninety-plus temp of the Colorado plain as we pushed Phannie northward on I-25, paralleling the front range of the Rockies. Fortunately, an afternoon shower cooled things down nicely. I don't even think I perspired as I attached Phannie's umbilical cords for our three night stay here at the KOA. The park was very busy, as you might imagine, since it is the July 4th weekend.

Tomorrow, we will reconnect with Texas ex-pat friends Martha Jo and Dave. That will also be a fun time.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Raton Pass and Cool Air

At Raton Pass RV Park, Raton, New Mexico...

After an uneventful drive from Amarillo, we pulled into this park at the top of Raton Pass; it was formerly named the Cedar Rail Park and Café. The owners certainly picked a scenic place for the park, carved out of the side of a mountain and sporting views like this:

Equally impressive as the view from the park was the reading on Phannie's outside air temperature gauge. Since one of the benefits of fleeing Texas for northern climes was the anticipation of cooler surroundings, I kept a close eye on this dial as we slowly climbed through New Mexico to the nearly 8,000 feet elevation at Raton Pass. Leaving Amarillo, the gauge read 95 degrees; when we pulled into our space at Raton Pass, it read 71 degrees. Now that's what I'm talking about! I could hardly wait to open the door and take a deep breath of the cool mountain air, and it was just as refreshing as I had imagined.

As we were setting up for the night, I noticed that one of Phannie's motorized MCD shades would not descend to cover the cockpit passenger window. I diagnosed it as a weak battery in the controller, so we took off to downtown Raton to pick up one of the little wafer batteries. I usually keep a good supply of batteries on board, but I didn't have one of those. We picked up an extra as a spare, along with some grocery items, and made our way back uphill to our campground.

We decided to eat dinner at the small café that shared space with the campground office. The draw for the place was supposed to be home-cooked food, but it disappointed, I'm afraid. The chicken was dry, the potato salad had way too much mayo, and the green chile sauce was a gelatinous blob that was downright scary.  Don't bother.

When we came through here the last time, we had a wonderful meal at El Matador in downtown Raton and possibly the best green chile sauce ever. I wish we had not tried something new this time.

Tomorrow we will have a fairly short leg to Colorado Springs, where we will be staying for a few days to visit friends before continuing into Utah and points north.

Still obsessed by the novelty of the cool air here on the mountain, I thought I would check the outside temperature again just before bedtime:

Pretty cool, huh?  (Sorry)

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I don't appreciate it enough each day.

Amarillo By Morning

At A-OK Camping Park, Amarillo, Texas...

Okay, it's not morning, but that's how George Strait sang the song. We would never, ever be anywhere before noon when traveling in Phannie. Pertaining to us, the phrase should be, "Amarillo by Evening," which was exactly the case today.

I think Bubba has put a curse on us, because Miss Allen's Fried Chicken was closed for the holiday when we passed by it in Sweetwater today. This is the second time we've found the place closed when we've stopped by. You can read more about Miss Allen's here. Then you'll know why we were bummed; I was hungry for good fried chicken.

We fended off starvation by having a few tacos at a Mexican restaurant nearby, but it was pretty run-of-the-mill stuff and not worth mentioning.

The drive northward from Sweetwater to Amarillo is, unfortunately, one of the more tedious ones in my beloved state--250 miles of FLAT, treeless plain with 4,370 telephone poles passing by the window (according to Bubba). Who's Bubba? A longtime family friend who is also a motorhome owner. Just put his name in the search box on the home page and you can find out more.

The elevation climbs imperceptibly to 3500 feet by the time you get to Amarillo, the area being known, quite appropriately, as the high plains of Texas.

I was determined to get some use out of my Passport America lifetime membership, so I pulled in to the A-OK Camper Park east of Amarillo on I-40. To say that this place is a dump would be an understatement of historic proportion. The park was home to quite a number of ancient towable RVs in various states of disrepair. One of them even had a water cooler jury-rigged into one of the windows. However, looking joltingly out of place on the dirt sites were Phannie and two other late model motor homes that were obviously overnighters. It seems that I was not the only cheapskate driving through Amarillo today, but at a PA rate of $12.50, I can put up with a good bit of shoddiness, especially for just one short overnight.

We drove downtown to the Bangkok Tokyo restaurant, which was jammed with customers. We decided to go with the flow of the Thai/Japanese theme by ordering shrimp tempura and a Thai chicken and vegetable stir fry. The tempura was tasty, but a bit too greasy, and the stir fry was fresh and cooked well.

Afterward, we made an obligatory stop at Wally World to pick up a few things.

I made a mental note that Inland Truck Parts and Service has a facility here in Amarillo. In a previous post, I bragged on Inland about the good experience I had with them at their Irving shop, and I think I would give them a try if I ever had a mechanical problem in these parts.

Well, it's bedtime, and I have to get up at the crack of nine in the morning, so I better sign off. Tomorrow's destination is Raton, NM.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Here We Go!

At Abilene RV Park, Abilene, Texas...

The last items of our lengthy 'to do' list were taken care of only a couple of days before the launch of this epic trip. Safelite came out and fixed a small rock chip in Phannie's big windshield; we didn't want that chip to spread, you know. After that, I enlisted the aid of grandson Mason to wash Phannie. It was no surprise that his work output was frequently interrupted by, well, just about everything. I gave him a nice cash "paycheck" for his efforts, anyway. That's what grandfathers do!

It wasn't quite as rigorous  for us on departure day as I thought it would be, given the ambitious nature of the trip. Sandy made nice progress in doing triage in her wardrobe. We worked steadily and pulled out onto I-20 shortly after noon for the relatively short leg to Abilene. We have learned not to do a long trip leg on departure day, because of the length of time it takes to prepare the coach and the house.

After getting set up at Abilene RV Park, we went to a nearby restaurant named the Towne Crier, mainly because it has a salad bar, something that we like to patronize in a restaurant. For some reason, salad bars don't seem as popular as they used to be, but it's probably just another sign of the changing times. (And I'm getting pretty tired of all this "hope and change" stuff.)

The Towne Crier restaurant made me want to cry, too, because of my poor choice of restaurants. Bubba told us to go to one of a couple of other steakhouses in the area, and I should have listened to him. Everything about the meal at this place was awful, and I believe it was the first time in my long eating career that I had left any part of a ribeye on my plate.

Tomorrow, we will follow Bubba's recommendation, Miss Allen's Fried Chicken in Sweetwater. This is actually a no-brainer, because we've eaten there before, and it was definitely worth the stop.

To Colorado and Beyond!

Thank you, Lord for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Countdown to Alaska

At home near Fort Worth, Texas...

The digital thermometer in the den shows the outside temperature reaching into the nineties now each day. As the digits creep inexorably toward displaying three in number--and they will--I sense the need to abandon my glorious state for cooler climes.

In a few days, we will begin (for us) an epic RV trip up through the mountains of the western U. S. to Seattle, where we will board a cruise ship to Alaska. (Yes, yes, I know what I wrote in previous posts about cruises, but perhaps third time is the charm, who knows?) On the way there, we will visit several national parks that we have not seen, including Grand Teton, Yellowstone, Glacier and several others. We will stop in Colorado for a few days to visit friends on the way. The trip home from Seattle will be southbound along the west coast and over to the Grand Canyon.

Phannie will take us to Seattle, and we will leave her there during the cruise. Driving to Alaska would undoubtedly be a magnificent road trip, but we just don't have the stamina to do that. We admire those who have made the drive--especially those in RVs--but we are just too accustomed to the easy life and the modern conveniences and services that go along with it. For example, being without cellphone and Internet service for any length of time would make me nervous, but it would probably render Sandy comatose. Yes, we admit we are wusses, but go ahead and get your scoffing over with. It's still not gonna happen.

Since our return home from South Padre, we have been beehives of activity getting prepared for our time away. There have been more dentist and doctor appointments for me and, of course, Sandy's visit to her hairdresser. If that weren't enough, there were the hedges to trim (again) and bushes to prune back. Oh, yes, and our smaller air conditioner is on the fritz. Fortunately, we are somewhat over-air conditioned by design, so we will not suffer while the unit is being repaired. Keeping up the stick and bricks house still causes me to mutter under my breath about just why we're bothering to do that.

Phannie and Mae were on the to do list, as well. An oil change and wash job for Mae was due, and it was once again time for Phannie's annual service visit. Inland Truck in Irving performed this for us, changing oil and filters on the bus engine and on the Onan genset, as well as fuel filters and a lube job. We like dealing with these people, as they are knowledgeable and friendly. Moreover, for such a large facility, they generally have a very quick turnaround. On most days, if your rig is at their facility in the morning, they'll have you on your way in the afternoon, with no reservations needed. I recommend them highly. This was a far cry from Freightliner of Fort Worth, where it took nine days to do a fairly simple repair on Phannie. I haven't been back there since.

Don, the friendly service writer at Inland

Inland's Headquarters Building

I have actually been dragging myself into doing some trip planning, using the My Scenic Drives app. I think I have pretty much settled on the itinerary and campgrounds as far as Salt Lake City, but I think I may need to do the rest of my research in moderation. (Too much planning tends to remind me of w**k.) I also use Google Earth to find campgrounds and to see what they look like at the same time. If you type in a search phrase like, "RV parks near (city, state)," you should get a nice list, with pins on the map. Then you can swoop down and take a look. I also pay attention to the RV Park Reviews website, where I'll check to see if there are any issues at the various locations.

Prelaunch activities will become busier and busier in the next week. For example, Phannie is due an inspection and registration renewal, a task that must be handled right away, lest we get ticketed en route
when our sticker runs out at the end of July. As I predicted, Sandy is getting anxious about selecting her wardrobe for the trip. More often than not, she just stares into space at her closet door; I'm not sure what that means, but it probably isn't good.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I don't appreciate enough each day.

Goodbye to South Padre

At Hatch RV Park, Corpus Christi, Texas...

After seeing the kids off at the Harlingen Airport for their one-hour flight back to Houston, we spent our last evening watching the sun set on the beautiful thunderheads just offshore at Padre Island. I have always enjoyed watching these majestic clouds in their billowing form that changes from brilliant white to gold to orange as the sun sets. As a pilot, however, I can appreciate their treachery, in that the outward beauty of their form belies the violence that awaits within for the hapless aviator who would enter these cells. I'm glad I always had weather radar on the aircraft I flew during my career. It must have been pretty exciting for pilots before that invention came along. 

Earlier in the day, we enjoyed a lunch of fresh seafood at Pier 19, a local island restaurant built on a pier jutting out into the causeway and providing a nice view of the water and boat traffic nearby. The food here was good, by the way. I wouldn't say it served the best seafood we had, but it is definitely worth a visit.

The next morning, we pointed Phannie northward toward Fort Worth, with en route stops at Corpus Christi and Spring (Houston) over the next few days. As luck would have it, tropical storm Bill had made landfall near Houston, and we wondered if we would have bad weather to deal with driving from Padre to Corpus. We kept an eye on the weather radar, using my favorite (but pricey) iPad app, RadarScope--which I highly recommend, by the way. Fortunately, tropical storm Bill's rain bands were concentrated north and east of the eye of the storm, leaving the drive from Padre to Corpus dry but increasingly windy as we got closer to the center of the rotation north of Corpus.

Corpus Christi Bay View of Downtown

While we were intending to spend only one night in Corpus, it turned into two. Heavy rains that had been lurking just offshore in Corpus Christi Bay finally moved onshore on departure morning, and the radar showed our route up U. S. 59 covered up with yellow and orange returns. Phannie would not be getting her feet wet this day, and Sandy decided to use the layover for the most productive thing she could think of--shopping! She offered some justification for this outing by announcing her assessment that the grandsons may not have more clothes than they can wear, so that would need to be corrected immediately!

Now in the 39 years we have been together, I have learned a few things. One of them is to avoid questioning Sandy's logic when it comes to any mission on behalf of the grandkids. To reap at least some appreciation reward for what was likely to be an expensive adventure, I smiled sweetly, found the car keys and offered to drive her to the mall. What do guys know about kids' clothes anyway? Why, if it were left up to Tyler and me, the boys would probably be naked before we figured out some clothes were needed.

Fortunately, I still had enough money left at the end of the day to buy dinner, this time at this place:

Now Chinese buffet restaurants can be a mixed bag, as you probably know. We haven't found very many that are worthy of note, but this one is. It had one of the largest selections of food we have ever seen, and they all appeared to be fresh--a problem in many other places we've tried. Worth a visit, in my view.

We're hoping for relatively dry travel toward Houston, as we wind up our weather delay here in Corpus Christi.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

Splishin' and Splashin'

At KOA campground, South Padre Island, TX...

One of the benefits of being grandparents is delighting in the joy and excitement of your grandkids as they make new discoveries in the world around them. Schlitterbahn and the adjoining beach here on the gulf coast were met with wide-eyed disbelief, and the boys have had the time of their lives (as have their parents, I think). Worn completely out by the end of each day, the kids fall into bed unconscious but somehow manage overnight to rejuvenate for another breathless adventure the next day. Oh, to have such energy and resilience at our age!

Having a room at the Schlitterbahn resort entitles guests to a discounted pass to the water park and beach area during their stay and, although the hotel is a bit pricey, the convenience of having immediate access to your room at all times is worth the cost, in our opinion.

When I was growing up, these water parks hadn't been invented yet. Our "water park" was Crystal Lake, a small fee-based swimming spot near Carthage in deep east Texas. We used inner tubes, diving boards and platforms and a zip line, and we actually had to swim to avoid drowning! We had a great time, not knowing what we were missing in these elaborate parks.

 

A great time was had by all and, at the end of the day, we got to enjoy a beautiful sunset!

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I do not appreciate it enough each day.

We're All Here!

At KOA RV Park, South Padre Island, Texas...

We left Padre with plenty of time to spare before meeting Mindy, Tyler and the kids at the Harlingen airport. Ever on the lookout for good eateries where the locals eat, I did some research and found much local buzz about the Rio Grande Grill in downtown Harlingen. This would be a perfect opportunity for a couple of foodies like us to check it out and see if the reviews were justified.

They were! I had a brisket sandwich containing huge slabs of brisket that were smoked for 16 hours, according to Dan, the proprietor. It was really, really good! Dan certainly has brisket cooking figured out, and I wish I had some more right now!

Sandy, to the relief of cattle everywhere, opted for smoked fish tacos instead. While this fish taco dish was excellent, I was having a near-religious experience with the brisket, so I was not able to devote much of my attention to the tacos. That was probably a mistake, I think.



The Rio Grande Grill in Harlingen

 

After meeting their flight, we took the kids immediately to their hotel at Padre Island, some 45 miles away. We then set out on a tour of the Schlitterbahn water park and took a quick walk out to the beach. None of them had been here before, and they took a particular liking to the fine sand forming the beach, to say nothing of the beautiful blue green color of the Gulf of Mexico. From the photos below, it looks like a hit!

 

We had a quick and tasty dinner at Pizza Hut. (Oh, please...I can hear that tsk tsk from here; we just happen to like their pizza, so give us a break!) Besides, we find ourselves looking for kid-friendly places most often these days for some reason.

 

More about the hotel and Schlitterbahn park tomorrow!

 

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I don't appreciate it enough each day.

 

 



Padre Island - Keeping Warm Waiting on the Kids

At KOA South Padre Island, Texas...

Keeping warm is an understatement! When I stepped outside of Phannie's cool confines here in the KOA park, my glasses immediately fogged over and my clothes began clinging to my ample body. I found myself wanting nothing more but to complete the checkin and get back inside. I'm afraid Sandy and I don't do hot and humid very well. It was a lot different from our trip here last winter.

This was on the beach at Padre Island back in February. Although I was wearing shorts, it was quite cold that day.

The KOA is almost completely full here, but most of the RVs parked around us are of the very rudimentary variety--you know, mostly small trailers used by young families for weekend excursions. Phannie stuck out like a sore thumb among all of her much smaller brethren. We know, of course, why this is so: The snowbirds--the ones with the scratch to get the big rigs--fled north months ago. The owners of these small campers have brought their kids here for a fun weekend on the beach or in Schlitterbahn. That, of course, is why we are here, but I'm afraid Sandy and I will spend a good deal of time in Phannie, enjoying the frosty climate provided by her three air conditioners. Mason and Pryce, who will be captivated by the Schlitterban experience, won't miss our occasional absences a bit.

Still not having had our quota of fresh seafood, we motored over the bridge to Port Isabel to look for some. We usually go to Dirty Al's here in South Padre, having become aficionados after Ed and Marilyn took us there in recent years, but we decided we would see what is available across the causeway. Using Yelp to help us, we found Joe's Oyster Bar, a restaurant that became the offshoot of a local seafood market. The food here was wonderful, and the ceviche got our nod for the best we had ever had.

Joe's pretty well qualified as a dive, since we had to walk through the fish market to get to our table, and patrons ate their meals from plastic picnic plates. But we didn't care because the food was SO good.

Strolling around Port Isabel, we enjoyed visiting the historic lighthouse built here in 1852. Back then, Port Isabel was an important pre-civil war shipping point for cotton, and the old lighthouse guided many a ship safely into the harbor over the years.

 After dinner, we went to Wally World to pick up some treats for the kids to have on hand in their hotel room. When we finished with that, we stopped at an ice cream parlor near the old lighthouse and enjoyed a cone as we strolled out to a nearby dock to enjoy the sunset. It was a fine day, and we enjoyed all the new experiences.



Sunset at Port Isabel

We continue to pinch ourselves as we travel to all the places we go, enjoying scenes like the one above. Here's to retirement!

Thank you, Lord for the wonderful life you've given me,

and please forgive me if I fail to appreciate it enough every day. 

Heading for Padre

At Hatch RV Park, Corpus Christi, TX...

Corpus is a favorite stop on our way to the Rio Grande Valley, as it is about halfway between Houston and Harlingen and fits nicely within the 200 mile daily travel range that we prefer in Phannie.

Normally we would not be headed south in the summer here in hot Texas, but we've arranged a long weekend on South Padre for Mindy, Tyler and the boys, and we wouldn't want to miss being a part of that adventure.

While on the road, we usually pull into a rest stop around noon and fix a little lunch for ourselves and then try to find a new favorite restaurant for dinner once we reach our destination. Now since we are in Corpus, you can rest assured we will be after some seafood, and I read in Yelp about a real dive named King Seafood. 

I was pretty pumped to try this place because it was a mom-and-pop type joint with good reviews, and it fully lived up to its description as a hole-in-the wall. Walking in, we saw before us a small room with patrons at all seven tables. These folks appeared to be all locals who stared at us, seemingly in disbelief that someone from out of town would dare to try this restaurant which was anything but appealing to passersby.

But oh, was it worth it! We love fresh seafood, and although we are very fond of the much healthier grilled seafood, we sometimes just have to order it fried. We are from the South, after all.

We got a huge flounder filet, along with shrimp, fries and a drink for a little over nine bucks. What a deal! After we plowed into it, we agreed that it was some of the best and freshest seafood we had ever eaten--and I don't think it was just because we were hungry.

After recovering from this engorgement, we drove around Corpus for a while. At one point, we stopped and sat on a bench overlooking Corpus Christi bay, enjoying the cool breeze blowing inland from the gulf.

For those of you who are enamored with Whataburgers (and who isn't?), I just happen to have snapped a photo of Whataburger #1, built here in about 1950 and much upgraded since.

 

 

Earlier in the day, we stopped in Hillje, a little town on US 59 near El Campo, Texas to give Prasek's Smokehouse a try.

 

 

This huge place is a foodie's dream, packed with all sorts of smoked meats, cheeses and bakery goods, some of which we purchased and are working through to see which selections we like best. We'll give you a report on that later.

We will be in Padre Island tomorrow, and the kids will fly down and join us on Friday. Stand by for fun!

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life,

 and please forgive me if I don't appreciate it enough each day.

Summer Travel Begins

At Rayford Crossing RV Resort, Spring, Texas (Houston)...

After nearly floating away in the record-breaking spring rains, we finally have some decent sunny weather just in time to begin an exciting summer of RV travel. Our first adventure will be a long weekend at South Padre Island, Texas with Mindy, Tyler and the grands. Mason has been to the beach only once, and that doesn't really count, as he was having to dodge mounds of rotting seaweed that had washed ashore in the dishwater-colored waves at Galveston. South Padre, of course, will be a delightful opposite in terms of its aesthetic appeal. This will be Pryce's first real experience on the beach, and we're looking forward to his reaction. The boys will also enjoy the Schlitterban water park near their hotel, and we will be there to see it all.

Sandy and I are normally not what you would call beach people. We like to visit the ocean but have a very low tolerance for heat and sun exposure; however, where the grandkids are concerned, we will deal with it to be with them.

We are currently stopped at Rayford Crossing near Houston to celebrate Mason's sixth birthday and his "graduation" from kindergarten, complete with a mortarboard cap and the playing of "Pomp and Circumstance." Things are obviously quite different now in school, I guess.  I was telling Mindy that when I went to elementary school, not only was there no graduation program for kindergarteners, there was no kindergarten from which to graduate! Somehow, though, most of us managed to have some success in life; I'm just not sure how.

Tyler, Mason, Mindy and
Pryce on "Graduation" day.

As I mentioned in the previous post, we will be heading out after Padre on our trip to Alaska (RVing to Seattle, then via cruise ship). During a few days at home beforehand, Sandy will finally have to face the rigors of choosing her wardrobe. I'm not sure what kind of phobia describes a woman's fear of not having the right attire for every occasion, but she seems to have it. Given the length of this trip, along with the wild extremes in climate to be encountered and with limited closet space and the requirements of shipboard attire, this has become the perfect storm for Sandy. I'm sure she will need some Xanex before launch day.

I have begun some trip planning using My Scenic Drives website (I have no affiliation), a free trip planner that I rather like. It has some pretty neat features, and I can save my trip plan and return to work on it whenever I like.

As I contemplate what a wonderful experience our travels over the years have provided for us, I cannot help but be thankful for having been blessed with good health and the means by which we are afforded this opportunity, not to mention our appreciation and awe of God's creation around us. With this in mind, I thought it appropriate to include below just a few favorite photos of some of the inspiring locations we've visited in recent trips:



Estes Park, Colorado

Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado

Moab, Utah

Arches National Park, Utah

Canyonlands National Park, Utah



Monument Valley, Utah

Monument Valley, Utah

Sunrise on the Mississippi, Memphis, TN

Smoky Mountain National Park, Gatlinburg, Tennessee

Big Bend, Texas



Palo Duro Canyon, Texas

 

The Hill Country of Texas

Oh, my! This is such a small sample; there are so many more photos I could include, and each has a good memory on which a value cannot be placed. That's why I began some time ago to include this signoff on my posts:

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life, and please forgive me if I do not appreciate it each day as I should.