At Buckhorn Lake RV Resort, Kerrville, Texas…
Our 273-mile trek to Kerrville was uneventful, except for my unfortunate choice of a route through Austin. I knew the traffic there to be formidable, but surely not on Saturday, I thought. WRONG! The city has obviously outgrown its roads even more than I imagined, and I-35 was jammed. I won't make that mistake again!
Upon our departure, I sent a text message to friend Ed who, along with Marilyn, were already in Kerrville. I was so pleased when I received a couple of responses, one of which was an invitation to join them at a catfish joint when we arrived in Kerrville. Why was I delighted to receive a response? Well, Ed just got a new smart phone and is just now finding his way around this communications medium, and I was proud of his success. That he was so late to the text messaging party is not entirely clear, as he is already an accomplished blogger and Facebook user. It probably has to do with his reluctance to trade in his old steam-powered phone for a newer (read: expensive) model, or he wishes not to join the untold masses of people who seem to have face-melded with their smart phones, leaving no room for human contact or just plain getting away from it all. I can certainly understand that, for smart phones can take over your life if you let them!
I had happily texted a response in the affirmative to Ed's invitation, but Sandy and I were somewhat dismayed upon our arrival at Buckhorn to learn that Ed and Marilyn had already eaten leftovers in their coach, thereby thwarting the dinner plans we had made. It wasn't until well into our arrival visit that it became obvious that Ed had either misread my message or it was truncated at just the wrong spot, which he perceived as my declining the invitation! Ed swears the goof was either with the sender of the message--me--or with the technology and that it couldn't possibly be his error! (I think you can go ahead and mark me as skeptical about this.)
Anyway, we had a good laugh over our miscommunication about dinner and vowed to try the catfish joint on Sunday. Since we hadn't eaten dinner at arrival time due to the message mixup today, Ed recommended Billy Gene's in Kerrville, a nice restaurant serving home cooking, and we gave it a try. Sandy and I shared a CFS dinner and thought it was quite good. Thanks, guys, for the recommendation.
We are so fortunate to name as friends these happy wanderers, these people who don't take themselves too seriously, finding humor in almost every situation. They personify one of my favorite quotations that says (paraphrasing) that the measure of a happy man is in the things he does not allow to annoy him. (I would like to be better at this than I am.)
Here's a night photo of Buckhorn's entry gate; pretty cool, huh?