More Cool Stuff for Phannie

At home near Fort Worth...

Among the things I find most interesting in reading other RV bloggers is their "show and tell' posts. I have stolen so many ideas from RV bloggers that I really should be incarcerated. I think I purloined the greatest number of ideas from Mui and Erin at Two to Travel's Phaeton Journeys (now on hiatus for the summer). Mui is sickeningly handy at most everything he does, and I really don't think I would like him because of this if he weren't so, well, likeable. Many of the upgrades to Phannie that we had done in Red Bay last fall were shamelessly duplicated from the detailed descriptions and photos in their blog.  

We've added a few more things in recent weeks, most of which can also be attributed to ideas we gleaned from others.  For example, we have had a portable stand-alone icemaker for many years, thanks to Gordon at See the USA in Your Chevrolet, who gave us the idea.  Not long ago, we acquired a high-tech Breville oven, as recommended by Terry and Nick of Gypsy Journal. Here are photos of the ice maker and oven:

Even though our refrigerator has an ice maker, Sandy and I are insufferable ice hogs; the ice maker in the fridge can't possibly keep up. Sandy loves her iced tea, and she always has in hand a glass completely full of ice cubes with some tea occupying whatever space is not used by the ice cubes. (It's the southern way, she says.) Our portable ice maker fills the gap nicely, and it's one of those things we would not want to be without. 

We bought the somewhat pricey Breville oven because of Terry Russell's raves about it.  And now we see why she was so enthusiastic. This little oven cooks and toasts via direct heat and by convection, and it does a superb job of cooking evenly--much more so than Phannie's Panasonic version that is notorious for its uneven cooking.  We are really impressed by the quality of this device and the accuracy and simplicity of its operation.  

Sandy often complained about the faucet in Phannie's kitchen sink. It did not allow enough room to fill pots with water or to wash large items carefully in the sink. Since these are things this humble writer would rather not be caught dead doing, I deemed it highly appropriate that I should replace it with something more to her liking.  Home Depot had just the thing:

This faucet was a little pricey (bring a $100 bill and a fifty with you), but it was well worth it to keep me from having dishpan hands, don't you think?  She loves it, and that's really all that matters. (No, I didn't install it; I would have felt guilty charging Sandy for my labor.)

I had also been looking for some time at several small propane grill models, wishing to acquire one to go along with my

Traeger Personal Smoker Grill

Traeger smoker (another fine cooking machine), and I finally settled on the Weber Q, simply because it seems to be far and away the most popular among RVers.  Now I know why; it's a gem.  It is simple and sturdy yet lightweight, and it cooks great and is easy to clean.  I really like it a lot:

Well, there you have it--all my latest toys. I hope you find something useful in all this nonsense. I'm sure others have some even better ideas, but this stuff sure works for us.

We are heading back to Rayford Crossing in Spring, Texas this weekend to play with the grandkids for a month or so. Holler if you're in the area.
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More Medical, Dental Stuff and Phannie Loses a Shiny Thing

At home near Fort Worth...

It was only a few posts ago that I was whining about visits to doctors and dentists for Sandy and me. Sometimes I refer to these appointments--purposely grouped together for those times when we return to our home port between trips--as "people maintenance," not unlike the regular shop visits that Phannie must have in order to keep all her systems in prime working order.

Enduring these medical and dental inquisitions has been a bit sobering, as it has been only in the last few years that I began to realize that reaching senior citizen status has rather significant downsides, like this silly health thing. It seems entirely unfair that--just as you get the gold watch and the blessed freedom that goes with it--you tend to start falling apart!

However, I really shouldn't be whining at all, for our little maladies have, so far, been largely fixable. So many other people have terrible conditions that are are not, so we are thankful to God for sparing us these up to this point.

I'm not going to delve into the details of the doctor/dentist visits, because I have been fairly critical of other bloggers whose posts seem more like recitations of their medical history rather than travel journals.  Hopefully, our appointments winding up this week will be enough to carry us through the summer without the indignities of the prodding, poking and pillaging of the guys and ladies in the white coats.  I'm also not going to do a rant on the government's dismantling of the finest healthcare system in the world; it wouldn't be good for my blood pressure.

In the meantime, we have taken a couple of short trips in Phannie--one to an FMCA rally in Wichita Falls and another to Jellystone in Burleson.  These were fun--especially Jellystone and the delight of being with Tyler, Mindy and the grandsons.

Mason and Pryce and Proud Grandpa

It was during a stop on the Wichita Falls trip that I noticed a hub cover missing from one of Phannie's dual rear wheels. A closer look revealed no other damage, so I suppose the retaining bolt simply became loose and backed off at some point.  A quick call to Freightliner in Wichita Falls located a replacement in stock for the hub cover, and they also ordered me a retaining bolt, which they didn't have in stock. A few days later, all was like new, for a little under $300. Ah, boys, and the price of their toys...   

An Evening with Mike and Marian

At home base near Fort Worth, Texas...

We still marvel at our good fortune to have met through this blog so many RV folks with whom we have become friends. Mike and Marian, a delightful couple we met during our stay in the RGV last February, were visiting their family in Arlington, and we just had to ask them to join us for dinner.  We chose P. F. Chang's, a popular Chinese bistro near their turf.  Marian proclaimed it was one of her favorites, so that made us doubly happy!  Mike and Marian, who have a fifth wheel, did full-timing for a while then established a home base in Mission, Texas at a very nice resort called Retama Village. They had become acquainted with several other couples whose blogs we mutually follow, and we try to pass through their orbits when we can.

Sandy, Marian, Mike and, well, Mike

The food was good, and the conversation and laughter never paused as we chatted about our lives and our mutual friends.  Were your ears burning, Ed and Marilyn, Bob and Janet, Jesse and Ginger? (Don't worry, it was mostly good; the other things we just decided to put in God's hands!)

A Visit With Paul and Mary

At home in Fort Worth...

It has been our good fortune to come to know some fine people through blogging and who, for reasons that aren't all that clear, have even befriended us.  Among our favorites are Paul and Mary, who joined us for dinner at Joe T. Garcia's tonight in Fort Worth. (A word about the restaurant later.)

For those who don't know, Paul and Mary were fulltime RVers for four years and recently settled into a new-to-them home in Kansas but keeping Bullwinkle, their motor home. Mary, a gifted writer, chronicled their early retirement in California and their escape from hectic careers in The Great RV Escape, a very readable blog in which we enjoyed every post.

Paul, Sandy and Mary at Joe T.'s

We all had many laughs as we talked about our lives in retirement and the blogger friends with whom we are mutually acquainted. It is always amazing that we know so many of the same people--friends made through our years of RVing and reading the same RV bloggers.

Now, about the restaurant:  I had suggested "Joe T's"--as this restaurant has come to be known over the years--and Paul and Mary readily agreed.  My suggestion was made largely because it is an iconic Mexican restaurant near the Stockyards with a rich history and it is a must-visit place for tourists.  It also has one of the nicest patios anywhere for outdoor dining. Unfortunately, these are the only reasons to patronize this place; don't come here for the food, which is plentiful but mediocre at best.  They offer only two menu items: A fajita dinner or an enchilada dinner, and there was nothing memorable about these except the significant portion that I left uneaten.  

I was a bit chagrined, of course, by having picked a restaurant that I knew to be flawed in the food department, but I reconciled it by thinking that I had helped Paul and Mary achieve this rite of passage in visiting Joe T's and completing the Fort Worth cowtown experience for them.

They didn't seem to mind, though. The evening on the patio was perfect, and we lingered for three hours, enjoying their company. Godspeed and safe travels, you two.  We still think you will make good Texans some day.  

Foodie Adventures

At Rayford Crossing RV Resort, Spring, Texas…

There have been a couple of interesting firsts for me during this visit with our kids and grandkids in Houston.  One was my stint as a judge in a barbeque cookoff in Conroe, and the other was a visit to Suire's, a fabled country store near Abbeville, Louisiana.  And while I'm at it, I'll go ahead and mention Parrain's in Baton Rouge as well.

First the cookoff:  SIL Tyler, who apparently has risen to semi-muckety muck status in the annual Conroe event, invited me to do some judging, and I happily accepted.  I thought it was high time these folks were given the opportunity for a true BBQ connoisseur to opine on the fruits of their labor!

When we arrived, I was quite surprised at the scope of the cookoff; 128 teams were cooking, and the variety of pits and barrels and other smoking devices was astounding.  All the participants seemed happy for passersby to sample their food and admire the handiwork and decor of their spaces and cooking garb.  Boy, did it ever smell good in Conroe!

Mason and Tyler in his BBQ apron

There were quite a few judges sampling categories of chicken, ribs, pulled pork and brisket; I was asked to judge pulled pork, which was fine with me.  Our panel judged the semifinals--fourteen samples that had been pared down from around a hundred entries.  We were asked to rank the submissions on a scale of one to ten for several aspects, including taste, texture, appearance, etc., and my lowest score given was a two and the highest a nine.  The judging was very well organized and monitored, so I didn't have a single opportunity to cheat!  (Sorry, Tyler.)  However, I was happy that Tyler's team showed well in several categories, even without my help!  He and his teammates won their placements fairly and deservedly, for sure, without any funny business from me.

Yours truly, preparing to judge a pulled pork submission among other judges.  Note my official judge's badge!

While we were already in Houston, Sandy and I made a quick overnight road trip in Mae to Baton Rouge, where we took a look at an Allegro Bus that might have been a candidate for upgrading from Phannie. (We didn't tell Phannie we were going; she would not have understood.) Upon arrival, we checked with the locals, of course, for recommendations of the best restaurants.  We settled on Parrain's, a rustic seafood house on Perkins Street, where we had some of the best seafood and bread pudding ever.  May I highly recommend the filet Vermilion and the bread pudding with white chocolate sauce.  There is no charge for the choir of angels that will certainly accompany these fiendishly decadent dishes.

This bread pudding at Parrain's should be illegal.  For everyone but me.

It didn't take us too long to consider that the wide price difference being asked by the dealer between our coach and the newer one, coupled with the cost of adding the upgrades Phannie already has, made no sense financially.  We've decided to keep that money working in our investments and go instead back to Red Bay for some more goodies for Phannie, like installing a residential refrigerator and replacing her carpet, among other things.

On our return trip to Houston, we decided to take a detour down to Kaplan, Louisiana for lunch at Suire's, an old-fashioned country store and restaurant in the middle of nowhere, but not far from the legendary Betty's RV Park near Abbeville.  If you haven't heard of Betty's, you probably haven't read many RV blogs.  Betty's has a large cult-like following among RVers, and staying there is almost a rite of passage.  We haven't had the experience yet, but we definitely have plans to do so.  Anyway, Suire's (pronounced Sweers) is a joint where the food is home cooked and cheap, and the people are down-home friendly--a place certainly among Betty's top recommendations for her guests.  Since I wasn't quite sure of the name of the store and its location, I gave Ed (of Ed and Marilyn fame) a call for help.  He responded instantly with all the information needed, and we headed out.  In about a half hour south of I-10, we came upon the place, a ramshackle white frame building at the intersection of two country roads.  For a foodie, this was like striking gold; I just knew the food would be good.

Suire's

We had the sampler seafood platter, and boy, was it fine.  No supper for us, for sure!  Thanks, Ed, for the good directions.

Back in Phannie I couldn't resist this photo of Sandy and the grandsons.  Gosh, they change every day!

There's a Reason to Avoid Making Too Many Assumptions

At Rayford Crossing RV Resort, Spring, Texas...

We have set up at Rayford Crossing for another week or so near the kids and will celebrate Easter with them.  It is somewhat noteworthy that I finally drove Phannie here LEGALLY!

You see, I had assumed (bad idea, hence the title of this post) that a standard class C driver's license would be quite sufficient for operating a motorhome in non-commercial use in Texas. After more than three years of driving Phannie around the country, I found out that a class A or B (normally classified as commercial) license is required-- with a waiver from the commercial part--when you operate an RV weighing more than 26,000 pounds on Texas highways which, of course, Phannie does.  For goodness' sake, Sandy's clothes in Phannie's bedroom closet probably weigh that much!

How did I not know about this licensing requirement?  Certainly, the salesman who sold Phannie to me failed to mention it (no surprise there!); none of the MH owners I know ever mentioned it either, and I only discovered it reading a blog post of another MH owner who was also surprised to learn of the requirement.  Yes, I am guilty of having made an assumption instead of checking it out.  I know better, but growing older seems not to have made me wiser in this case.

Upon learning of my omission, my first thought was, "What a stupid requirement--having to get a commercial license and then getting an exemption from it at the same time!" This is clearly something the legislators of my beloved state have dreamed up to fatten the treasury, I guess.  (The upgraded make-believe CDL costs $11.00.) 

After considering just blowing it off as a protest to yet another regulatory atrocity, I suddenly had a vision of a trial lawyer's questioning me before a jury as to whether I was properly licensed to drive my motorhome at the time of the accident.  Then I realized that if I answered that question in the negative, I would probably be left destitute by the jury award, irrespective of my responsibility for the accident. 

So, I printed the forms I needed from www.txdps.state.tx.us/driverlicense/commerciallicense.htm, got them notarized per the requirements, and took them to the DPS office for a long, painful wait for processing and setting up a computer-based written test and a road test with a DPS officer.  The clerks gave me a commercial license study guide and briefed me on the parts that were applicable.  After reading through the material a couple of times, I came back and made 90 on the exam--more than good enough.

The next day, I brought Phannie back for the road test, which lasted about a half hour.  Worthy of note about this were the requirements to conduct a rather detailed air brake check and to perform parallel parking!  I told the examiner that he had to be kidding about the parallel parking!  (He wasn't.) Actually, it wasn't very difficult; it involved merely backing up and cutting in beside the curb--without having to park between other vehicles, thankfully. Backing over the curb would have caused me to flunk, and I was careful not to do that.

After this, we drove back to the DPS office, where the clerks cut up my operator's license and issued me a new Class B temporary license.  Chalk one up for the legislators, regulators and lawyers--God bless 'em!

So Long, Central Texas

At Live Oak Ridge COE Park, Belton, Texas…

We stayed an extra day here to avoid the storms that came through the Fort Worth area where we live.  That gave us time to spend some time with some of our aunts and uncles.

Uncle Mac and Aunt Janie met us at The Gin, a restaurant that had been repurposed from an old cotton gin that operated in downtown Belton from 1921 until after World War II.  It was a laudable renovation, leaving intact the load bearing brick walls and interesting components like the scale platform used to weigh the wagonloads of cotton as they arrived at the gin.  All those who had a part in this project have good reason to be proud.  We all enjoyed the historic venue and the lunch immensely, with lots of laughter all around.

The Gin Restaurant

Sandy, Mac and Janie

The next day, we enjoyed a late lunch with Sandy's Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Nettie, then followed them to their new home in the country near Killeen.  They showed us around, and we enjoyed the tour very much, thinking this place is perfect for them at this point in their lives after having been married for more than 50 years.  I also made a short video in which I "interviewed" them about their courtship, marriage and early years.  We've done this with other relatives, and these have proven to be a treasured archive that will not be lost to those who follow.  I would have included in the blog a photo of this wonderful couple, but I forgot to take a still shot with my camera after shooting the video.  A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Friday will find Phannie pointed toward home, having had a fine two weeks away on vacation…oh, wait!  Maybe I shouldn't call it a vacation; that term implies that someone is "vacating" work to engage in recreation, doesn't it?  How can we be on vacation from work when we're already on a permanent vacation from work?  Not to worry…this is one of those imponderables which I will indeed refuse to ponder, as I am on vacation from pondering, too.

Next week will result in more doctor visits; Sandy will be getting a steroid injection to help with arthritis neck pain, and I have a routine checkup scheduled along with a teeth cleaning.  It's pretty sad when our human bodies require more maintenance than Phannie.

Phannie's next departure will be on April 11, when we will be heading for The Woodlands, Texas, where I may be judging a barbeque cookoff in which my son-in-law, Tyler, is participating.  By the way, I always post our location changes on RVillage, so look us up if you notice that we are somewhere near you!

Temple-Killeen-Belton: A Stop at Our Old Stomping Ground

At Live Oak Ridge COE Park, Belton, Texas…

While we toiling in our careers in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, we didn't get a chance to return to this area of central Texas, notable as it is as the place of Sandy's birth, her upbringing and education, and the place she and I met, married, made a home and had our children. Now free from the constraints of work, we have alighted here for a few days to visit family and friends.  We're also moseying around, amazed at how much has changed and making many side journeys down memory lane.

We really like our waterfront location on Lake Belton at this COE park, and at $11 a night with our America the Beautiful pass, it is a steal.  It is typical of COE parks--large sites and nice facilities, but no sewer at the sites, unfortunately.  Here's our spot:

Someone mentioned that I seem to do a lot of writing about restaurants and, now that I think about it, I guess I do.  I suppose that's because eating is something we, like most folks, do every day. We tend to eat mostly at restaurants, and we like to keep a record of the ones we like and don't like.  If some reader finds the information useful, then that's all the better.  Also, trying new restaurants is sort of a hobby.  We don't really have any interest in sports, hunting, fishing or golf, so the money we save from those pastimes helps subsidize our foodie adventures.

With this in mind, I will continue this practice by reviewing Oscar Store, out in the country east of Temple.  This is another of those quaint places in the middle of nowhere--in this instance, Oscar, Texas, a tiny wide place in the road.  A sharp entrepreneur turned a ramshackle general store into a country restaurant, beer joint and dance hall and has apparently done quite well for himself.  We tried the hamburgers, catfish and onion rings, finding the burgers and rings outstanding, while the catfish was just so-so.  (It was frozen catfish, not fresh--a major transgression on their part). 

While we were roaming around Lake Belton, we happened upon Westcliff COE Park, which we will certainly be patronizing during our next visit.  This campground has a goodly number of spaces right at the edge of the water.

We also had dinner with Rev. John Abbey and his wife, Linda, friends for, let's see, about 40 years.  We had a great time with these fine folks.  Besides being a church pastor, John is also an accomplished musician, and we have had a lot of fun over the years playing organ and piano at a number of churches and other public venues.

John and Linda

We have decided to stay put here for an extra day until the threat of thunderstorms, forecast for tomorrow, goes away.  We will use that time to catch up with more of our friends and relatives.

San Antonio

At Admiralty RV Resort, San Antonio, Texas…

We had a trifecta here at San Antone!  Not only did Tyler, Mindy and the grandkids visit, but so did The Barkers and Ed and Marilyn, who joined us for lunch at Z Tejas Grill in the La Cantera Mall.  We appreciate so much their driving down from Keller and Kerrville.

LouAnn, Marilyn, Ed, Bubba, Poppy and Pryce at Z Tejas

The food at Z Tejas was very tasty, with a good deal of authentic Mexican influence.  We had a great conversation, but Sandy had to take Pryce out for a feeding. Seems he discovered that he was something less than stuffed and began to announce loudly his dissatisfaction with that condition.  In this case, he is much like his grandfather.

Tyler and Mindy had some free time on the Riverwalk, and we kept Mason with us.  On the next day, they took Mason to Sea World, where he was suitably enthralled with everything he saw. We kept Pryce in the RV; he was good as gold the whole time.

Everyone had a fine time, and we vowed to keep this on our agenda for next spring.

Sorry, but you will be required to say, "Awwwww!" after viewing the next photos of us with our grandkids.

Tomorrow we will be leaving for the Killeen area where we will be visiting friends and relatives.

Alamo Springs

At Buckhorn Lake RV Resort, Kerrville, Texas…

We were a minute late picking up Ed and Marilyn this morning, a transgression that he recorded in today's post for all of blogdom to see. I have no problem with this, as my being only a minute late for anything is nothing short of a miracle.  I'm sure there are many positives for leading a life like Ed's in a planned and organized way where timeliness matters; I just can't think of any right now, being retired.

Fortunately, Ed doesn't mind my teasing him about his little obsessions, and I don't mind his characterizing me as someone upon whom daylight is largely wasted, simply because he thinks I don't make good use of the first few hours of it. Well, I can't think of a better use for the early morning than to enjoy the best sleep of the night and then awaken in God's good time.  Frankly, I think that if the good Lord had wished me to awaken at dawn, He would have made me a rooster.  

But I digress.  Our 10:15 a.m. departure, decreed by Ed the night before in one of his planning fits, was to allow for travel time from Buckhorn to the Alamo Springs Cafe near Comfort, Texas, so as to arrive at elevenish.  (I much prefer referring to the hours on the clock with an "ish" attached; the thought of having to abide by an exact time makes me wish I had an Alka-Seltzer even as I write this.) 

Even though I knew I would receive some kind of flak from Ed for showing up at 10:16 to pick him up, we had a nice ride to Comfort and then way out in the boondocks to the Alamo Springs Cafe. This joint defied the cardinal rule of starting a business--location, location, location.  In fact, this was apparently given no consideration at all, for only low-flying buzzards could ever find it.  The one rule the proprietor did follow, however, was building a better mousetrap.  The food--hamburgers and onion rings is the main attraction--was wonderful.  So wonderful, in fact, that their signature burger made the cover of Texas Monthly Magazine, a framed photo of which hangs proudly on the wall.  I wish I could tell you how to get there, but I'm not sure I remember.

Sandy, Ed and Marilyn at Alamo Springs Cafe

Yours Truly at the Front Gate

The Burger That Made the Cover of Texas Monthly and an Order of Onion Rings

As we dined ("dined" is actually too fancy a word for how Ed ate his burger; he would have done better if it had been served in a trough) and the noon hour approached, more and more patrons found their way into the restaurant.  Where they came from, I cannot imagine, but word-of-mouth advertising must be a powerful thing.

We certainly enjoyed our drive though the hill country as the cold and gloomy weather of the last few days gave way to a beautiful warm spring afternoon.  Tomorrow we will be leaving Kerrville for San Antonio and a weekend with our kids and family friends.  We have truly enjoyed our week and the good times with Ed and Marilyn and the other Misfits, and we will look forward to seeing them again soon.

Lazy Days in the Hill Country

At Buckhorn Lake RV Resort, Kerrville, Texas…

This RV park may be one of our favorites when it comes to finding nice places to, well, just hang out; we haven't exactly set the world on fire for the last couple of days. Always eager to try new restaurants, we chose the Hill Country Cafe downtown for lunch.  We each had a hamburger and fries, and we thought it was one of the better burgers served to us open-faced, you know--one bun with the meat on it and the other lying upside down nearby with the veggies on it.  I had to give them demerits for this, as open-faced burgers are another pet peeve of mine.  Since we had already specified the burger makings when we ordered, was it too much to ask for the cook to put it together?  I don't think so.  Otherwise, we think we would come back to this joint, as the special of the day was King Ranch chicken (a favorite), and they had homemade pies and cinnamon rolls.  A cafe that does this is worth a second visit.  The cafe has been around since 1942, and it is clearly a classic local diner where everyone knows everybody, and the waitresses call you 'hon.'

Late in the afternoon, Ed and Marilyn came by our site, and we sat around outside swapping stories and eating snacks.  Then they retired to their coach, and Sandy and I went into town to try a Korean barbecue place we had heard about. Reaching the location, we found the restaurant closed, a faux pas that usually is reserved for Ed.  I hope it isn't contagious.

Then we decided to try a Mexican restaurant, El Sombrero de Jalisco, which we found to be underwhelming for dinner fare.  In fact, we had officially dubbed it T. A. G. L.  (an informal rating just between us that says, Take A Good Look, because we won't be back). 

Imagine our surprise the next morning when Ed and Marilyn scooped us up to take us to breakfast at--you guessed it, El Sombrero de Jalisco.  Perhaps sensing my somewhat tepid reaction, Ed offered an alternative, but we insisted on giving it another try, since their breakfast experience at El Sombrero had been a good one.  I'm glad we did, because the breakfast was great--juevos rancheros, migas, fresh tortillas, and a killer salsa that I couldn't put down.  I have since withdrawn the dreaded T. A. G. L.

In the afternoon, we met Ed and Marilyn at the clubhouse to be instructed in a domino game new to us--Chicken Foot or Chicken Tracks, or something like that.  We picked it up pretty quickly, and I had soon far outdistanced the others in my winnings.  (We play with no more than $3 in change.) About this time, Ed decided that we had not been following the rules and abruptly changed them, proclaiming that he was honor-bound to correct this for the sake of truth, justice and the American way.  (I thought to myself that a few rounds of therapy might be in order to help with this Superman complex.)  Sandy and I went along with Ed, but we remarked at the time that a rule change in the middle of the game probably did not bode well for us.  Sure enough, from that point forward, we lost steadily to Ed and Marilyn, who gleefully raked in the coins from our rapidly dwindling supply. Adding insult to injury, they were unmoved when I told them they were taking money that I had planned to set aside for our grandkids' college fund. I don't think they believed me.

We had lots of laughs, of course, and that's what makes for good times with good friends.


  

Fun and Games

At Buckhorn Lake RV Resort, Kerrville, Texas…

Yesterday we had a nice visit with Sandy's sister, Brenda, who dropped by Buckhorn on her way from Phoenix to her home in Houston.  She had been taking care of her grandsons there and just welcomed twin granddaughters into her family.  Like her sister, Sandy, she hardly looks old enough to be a grandmother, does she?

Brenda

We enjoyed good conversation over lunch after introducing her to the 'misfits' gathered here.  Our friends were on surprisingly good behavior at the time, so she probably got a more favorable impression of them than she should have.  

Today, we arose just after daylight (for us) at 9:00 a.m. and readied ourselves in a leisurely fashion for game-playing with the Misfits in the afternoon.  (You'll have to read Ed's blog to figure out how these folks acquired this 'Misfits' moniker.)  It took a while to check all of our electronic information sources, responding to phone calls, email and text messages and taking care of personal business online.  

(Off topic:  When I reflect on the paragraph above, I am awestruck by the technology that allows us to be connected literally to the world via a few electronic gadgets and a satellite dish on Phannie's roof. I have lived long enough to remember my grandparents' modest house in the country where neither electricity nor telephone had reached, and I wonder what they would have thought of the magic at my fingertips as I write this.)

After a quick lunch--rollovers made using Cajun sausage from one of our favorite purveyors of smoked meats--Tallent's in Riverside, Texas--we joined the Misfits for our initiation to the Mexican Train game.  It didn't take us too long to get the hang of it, and we had a great time with these nutty characters.  My emerging as a winner was a surprising plus, even though the experienced players claimed they allowed me to win out of pity.  (I can tell you for sure this is nothing but pure bunk, as these people show no pity to anyone; if you don't have a thick skin around this bunch, you will leave with tire tracks on your forehead.)

After my well-deserved victory lap, we met at Mamacita's, a large and ornate Mexican restaurant on Highway 27.  Sandy and I ordered fajitas for two and took away a doggie bag with enough food for another meal!  The dinner and company were very enjoyable, the evening made more so by the restaurant's management having the good sense to keep the background music volume at a low enough level to allow easy conversation.  (One of my greatest pet peeves is a restaurant where the background music is so deafening that guests must shout to be heard; I confess to having gotten in the face of more than a few restaurant managers about this.)

The Misfits (most of them) plus Sandy at Mamacita's.  From left: Ginger, Bob, Janet, Ed, Marilyn, Jesse and Sandy.

After dinner, Sandy and I watched some TV and probably napped a bit in our recliners. I still sometimes almost pinch myself when I realize at the end of a day like today that it had been a weekday-- when, just a few months ago, I would have been at the office, wishing desperately that tomorrow would be a Saturday again.  Ed and I talked briefly about this, and he said he really doesn't even think about his work life any longer.  I suppose I won't either one day, but I'm not sure I want to forget entirely the appreciation I have for the blessed difference between work and retirement.  As Ed always signs off in his blog, "Life is Good."

To Kerrville

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?

We All Go In for Maintenance

At home in Fort Worth...

One thing is for sure:  We become more like used cars when we get older.  Like old autos, we tend to need more and more maintenance in order to keep going as we pack on the miles. And so it is for this week; Sandy and I have a slew of medical and dental appointments. Yesterday involved a trip to our dermatologist, Dr. Crawford, who just happens to be Tony Romo's father-in-law.  So Sandy and I knew about the arrival of Tony's new baby, Rivers, before it became known via the local TV news.  That's about as close a brush with famous people we'll ever have, I guess.

We have several other appointments throughout the week which we've scheduled close together during our brief stay at home before we head to Kerrville on Saturday and then to San Antonio a week later.  

Phannie even got into the act by visiting Holt Caterpillar Tuesday morning for a first valve adjustment on her Cat C7 diesel engine. Caterpillar recommends this adjustment at around 30,000 miles and again at 100,000, so I made the appointment at their service center in west Fort Worth. I also asked them to check the radiator and intercooler to see if these were in need of cleaning.  The valve adjustment took a couple of hours, and the radiator and intercooler were checked and found to be clean, which I expected, as there had been no indication of a cooling problem, and I don't even drive Phannie on wet roads if I can help it.

Phannie Awaits Door Opening at Holt Cat

Phannie is the only motor home in Holt's shop on this day.

Phannie's engine with valve cover removed; I just know she feels so exposed!

The performance of this engine has been flawless so far, but I do baby it and make sure that it is maintained faithfully according to Caterpillar's service schedule.

When I returned home with Phannie, I extended the slides and Sandy came aboard to begin preparations for our departure to Kerrville. This mainly involved fresh bed and bath linens and the beginning of Sandy's usual teeth-gnashing ordeal in deciding what her wardrobe mix will be. She has the hardest time with this when we are between seasons as we are now. No matter what she selects, you can be sure she will have more than enough outfits for every change in the weather. She hates it when I point out that I, too, always have what I need in my measly one-third of the closet.

She has always been fastidious with bedmaking (thank God, as I hate it!), and we are both rather picky when it comes to the mattresses and pillows we like. We saw to it that we wouldn't have to endure a less comfortable bed in the coach by duplicating exactly the mattress and pillows we use in our house (Serta i-Comfort King with down pillows).  As a result, we cannot tell any difference between the two and sleep very comfortably in both places.

We also duplicate in Phannie all of our toiletries and all of our cooking basics and spices in order to lessen the need for extra trips out to the coach before launching. We also keep some basic canned goods in the pantry, knowing that we can buy whatever else we need when we reach our destination.  

On the day before departure, I will check the tire pressures, fill the fresh water tank, turn on the refrigerator and wash the windshield. All that is left then on departure day is to take any refrigerated items from the house and load a few odds and ends.

So, after Mae gets hooked up on Saturday morning, I will enter Buckhorn RV Resort into the GPS, and we will be on our way. Hope we see some bluebonnets!  

We Meet Fellow Bloggers

At Gulf Waters RV Resort, Port Aransas, Texas…

It's always a bit magical to meet in person some of the folks whom we already know through reading their blogs.  In many cases, these meetings form lasting relationships that we will always cherish. For others, whose paths we may cross only infrequently, the personal meeting adds an element of humanity that comes only from a handshake or a hug that pierces the electronic barrier that is the Internet.  From that point forward, we will see differently their images on our computer screen: They are persons, they are real, and they are our friends.

And so it was when we met Mui and Erin of Two to Travel's Phaeton Journeys fame. We knew from their blog that they, too, were staying here in Gulf Waters, and we couldn't let the moment pass without saying hello.  They were kind enough to visit us in Phannie for a spirited conversation and lots of laughter. We complimented Erin on her expert blogging and photography, and I thanked Mui for all the ideas I stole from him as he has operated and upgraded their Phaeton coach that is similar to ours. These two are incredibly interesting and friendly world travelers, who soon will be embarking on an arctic circle trip.  We also spoke of mutual acquaintances, and I passed along a greeting from friends Richard and Patsy, who publish King's Highway.  There were hugs all around as we parted, ever richer for having had this moment together--as it has been with all of the cyber friends we have had the good fortune of meeting in person.

The following photo is just for my grandson, Mason, who hopefully will not be too upset that his Poppy is about to be a shark's lunch!

Hope this shark is taking Lipitor!

Here are our final restaurant reviews for this area, as we will be departing tomorrow for Houston:

Avery's Kitchen - This Port Aransas cafe is where the locals eat. I love little mom and pop places like this, where the food is simple, delicious and cheap.  On the day of our visit, they were serving a lunch buffet for $8.95 that included two meats, three vegetables, a nice salad bar and two kinds of desserts.  Can't beat that, and it was all very tasty.  Sandy opted for a shrimp po' boy that was made with some of the best fried shrimp we have had here.  The place has great reviews for its seafood, and I wish I had had room to order some after having laid waste to their lunch buffet offerings.  Highly recommend this place when you're slummin'. 

Avery's

Crab-N - This restaurant is right on the water between Aransas Pass and Rockport on highway 35.  It's a nice enough place--with tablecloths, even--but, unfortunately, they bombed on the seafood.  The breading on anything fried was tough and formed a sarcophagus that quickly broke apart, allowing the pieces of seafood to fall out. This was evidence of a cook that didn't know what he or she was doing and/or seafood that was not fresh. They also served perhaps the worst crab cake ever.  The mushy mess inside the cake was so fishy tasting that I wouldn't feed it to my cat.  Don't stop at this place; you'll be sorry if you do.

Well, that's it for Port Aransas.  We're headed to Houston, then back home near Fort Worth.  Our next destination, in late March, will be Buckhorn RV Park in Kerrville.
  

Corpus for the Day

At Gulf Waters RV Resort, Port Aransas, Texas…

We drove over to Corpus today, not only to look around, but also because I needed to send some financial information to my accountant, Kent (can't remember his last name, but he does taxes in his spare time when he's not cleaning out septic tanks. His motto: "You dump, we pump.") Kent doesn't always smell too good, but he sure knows how to snag a refund. He makes filing easy for me, saying I don't need to bother looking at the return--just sign it, he says.  

(Note to readers: In case someone may have the IRS on speed dial, you should know that everything about Kent written above, except for his name, is pure fiction.) 

The financial information I needed was available online, but the security features of the site wouldn't let me download the document to an electronic file.  It had to be printed and scanned, but I don't have a printer/scanner in Phannie.  Or, at least I didn't until today.  I had stopped at a Fedex Office store to use one of their workstations and printers, and I got it done, but not without paying 50 cents a copy plus 30 cents a minute to use the computer.  By the time I had finished, I had burned through about nine bucks, which ticked me off because that was a goodly percentage of what a new basic printer/scanner would cost!

Now this is not the first time I could have used a printer or scanner in Phannie, so I was able thereby to convince myself that this was evidence of a pressing need. Besides, I would teach Fedex a lesson by depriving them of my nine bucks next tax season.  Never mind that what I spent for the printer would pay for Fedex's service for the next ten years or so.  (I wasn't very good at math in school.)

I found an appealing little wireless HP Deskjet 2540 on sale at Best Buy, and snapped it up. (It works great.)

Continuing yesterday's restaurant reviews, we were a bit hungry for asian food today, so we stopped at Thai Cottage, just off South Padre Island Freeway.  Big mistake! This was the worst Thai food  ever.  I won't say how bad it was, but I had to remind myself that arson is a felony, and I don't think I would like prison.  We took only a few bites before paying the tab and running for the door, noting with some degree of hopefulness that the building would probably not withstand a hurricane.

Thai Cottage (Please call in an air strike!)

Nearby was the Bamboo Garden, an old-school Chinese restaurant (no photo).  We stopped in and decided to share just one dish from the lunch menu, just in case we might have found another dud.  We did, and it was.  The wonton soup had a slight taste of dishwater, the egg roll was tough and tasteless, and the Hunan chicken was way overcooked with a too-sweet sauce.  We left most of this food on our plate, too, but between the two restaurants, we had enough bites, we thought, to hold us until dinner.

Dinner was at Texas Flame Steakhouse in Corpus.

We thought this deserved about two and a half stars out of a possible five.  Our steak (we generally share) was perfectly cooked over mesquite coals--so they say--and very flavorful.  We weren't impressed by the french fries, unfortunately, which were mushy.  Not sure how they could mess those up, but they did.  The prices were fair, and the place wasn't as frenetic as, say, Texas Roadhouse, where it is almost impossible to carry on a conversation because of the noise.  We may give Texas Flame another try sometime, but I couldn't give it a recommendation at this point.

After this, we toured around downtown and left via the bay bridge to Aransas Pass.  It was a good day, even though a bit cold and damp.  Tomorrow will be nicer, according to the weatherman.

We Brave the Cold Wind…to Review Restaurants for You!

At Gulf Waters RV Resort, Port Aransas, Texas…

The cold north wind began blasting late yesterday and didn't let up for about 24 hours; the temperature plunged about 30 degrees overnight.  Even so, it didn't reach freezing, and we were glad for that.  That's more than we can say for our home base near Forth Worth, where it was in the teens last night.

We decided this frigid bluster gave us a good excuse to stay in Phannie most of the day, and that's what we did, until late afternoon.  In the park, we noticed a TV satellite service truck performing work for another RVer, so we asked him to stop by.  We could not get our Direct TV remote to work in the RF mode. (This means we had to point the remote at the DVR to get it to work; in RF mode, you don't have to point the remote at all.)  He took a look at our remote and said it wasn't RF-capable; then he went to his truck and brought back a new one that worked perfectly.  Voila!

We needed to pick up a few things at Walmart, so we decided to go to the store in Rockport and have dinner at Bellino's, a little Italian restaurant on Fulton Beach Road. Boy, am I glad we did!  Sandy had pasta primavera with shrimp, and I had spaghetti and meat balls.  Both dishes were excellent, and the meat balls may be the best I've ever had.  The service was excellent, and the place was really crowded, a good sign on a Monday night.  Best of all, we arrived before six p.m., so we were able to order from the happy hour menu, a big saving over the dinner version.  

Bellino's in Fulton

This has inspired me to include in this post and the next one reviews of all the restaurants we've visited in the area on this trip.  Here, this will catch you up:

Fins (no photo) - A seafood restaurant recommended by Ed and worthy of my recommendation as well.  The fried fish and shrimp platter was enough for Sandy and me to share, and we ordered a side of onion rings, which they advertise as a signature dish.  The seafood was excellent and very fresh, but the onion rings, while good, had a little too much breading for my liking.  They had the A/C cranked down, and the dining room was a little cold.  It would definitely be worth another visit, though.  

Oceans of Seafood - This is a combination seafood market and restaurant that offers indoor and outdoor dining and the promise of the freshly-cooked seafood straight from the display cooler.  However, the guy manning the cash register, who I assume was the owner, had the personality of a boat anchor and gave us a bit of a surly greeting to boot. I feared this wouldn't go very well, and it didn't.  We had grilled red snapper and fried popcorn shrimp and a bowl of seafood gumbo.  The snapper was quite good and obviously fresh, but the popcorn shrimp turned out to be nothing but little pieces of fried breading around something gelatinous  that may or may not have been a shrimp; it was certainly not identifiable as such.  I suppose it's my fault for ordering popcorn shrimp, because I generally am disappointed, as I was this time.  (I think there is a lesson here somewhere.)  The gumbo was okay, but it was missing the richness that a good roux would have added.  The waitress completely ignored us during the entire meal (reflected in her tip) and, at one point, we were jolted a bit when a small dog came to our indoor table, sniffed at us and walked away.  Port Aransas is pretty laid back, but I'm pretty sure this was a health code violation.  Worst of all, the food was grossly overpriced.  Don't bother with this place.

Oceans of Seafood - Skip This Place; the Ocean Needs to Reclaim it.

Port of A Pizzeria (No photo) - This isn't a chain restaurant, which normally is a good thing in my experience as a foodie; however, this one disappointed.  They have a constant pizza buffet, which I suppose is a big draw.  But while the pizzas on the buffet were fairly fresh, they were not inspired at all, and I noticed a peculiar taste that may have been in the sauce or sausage--I'm not sure.  Sandy had a hot italian sub that was not at all memorable.  My suggestion, if you're pizza hungry, is to go down the street to the new Pizza Hut that just opened; don't bother with this place.

If you're wondering why I'm not posting about activities and sights other than restaurants, it's because this is not our first visit to the Corpus Christi area.  When we were here before, we did most of the touristy things and posted about them, so we're basically just relaxing at the seashore while avoiding the cold up north. We are enjoying this nice park and doing whatever we feel like doing--or not doing.  Am I getting the hang of this retirement stuff, or what!