Just a quick entry….new place to call home for a while…
(more pics and info to follow)
So where are we?
T E X A S
Waller, Texas to be more precise. About 35 miles north west of Houston…. out on route 290… pretty much in the middle of no where. Our travels started in Orlando… we said all our goodbyes to Mickey & Minnie… stopped off in the Florida panhandle for 10 days … vacation and to see family and friends… than 630 mile, two day trip to Texas.
Additional notes:
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The roads in Louisiana have gotten better since our last trip
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I don’t like road construction… especially in Texas
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I really don’t like big cities… Baton Rouge & Houston (ruff patched bumpy concrete roads)
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Houston traffic at 1pm was bad enough, can’t imagine 4-6pm rush traffic
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Never seen so much lost stuff along the road… ice coolers, ladders, Rv sewer hoses
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Armadillos have got to be the dumbest animals alive… or should I say dead.
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yes… I knew Texas is flat… but it’s really FLAT! … see forever! talk about long straight roads.
First night here, as usual, went out for dinner… I think a real “Texas Road House”. Not the ones in the movies, and not Logan’s or Lone Star. Just like it’s called… a road house. Except is wasn’t really a house… kinda like a barn/shed/storage type building that was built in the civil war and added to over the years… hence the many different colors and materials that were reused from other old previously torn down buildings… if you get the picture. Getting there was, by luck, easy, but a guessing game, good thing we guessed right… no street name signs… well, some, they tell you the road your on…but I’ve already guessed this one… and the crossroads… just another guess. Old 1¾ lane roads once paved and now patched for 30 years run straight and true. But it’s still all good! But back to the Roadhouse. Now I really know the meaning of the word “Rustic”. The primary construction materials were old weathered boards and older rust encrusted corrugated steel panels…. but on a positive note… the floor was concrete and not dirt. Somewhat little comfort if you ventured to think about how many cows or horses had previously used this same floor. But it did kinda clean up nice verses first impressions and retrospective thoughts. Neon country signs, and neon beer signs decorated the walls… as did numerous animal heads, deer, turkey, owl, beaver, lynx, wild boar, and large rabbit mythical creature with antlers known as a Jackalope, and some things that I couldn’t venture a guess as to what they once were. Old photos of the wild west, also heavily varnished completed the decor. Old farm tools… the kind from horror movies… hung from the ceiling… rescued from a rusting existence in some old barn… but than again… they were still rusting in some old barn. The tables were plywood, but varnished, but the lights of a “modern age” gave you a sense of normalcy. The friendly staff and real Coca-Cola added to the sense that you were some place a bit more familiar… and not in a country Twilight Zone. Not many people there yet, but it was a bit early. I had the sense that shorts and a Disney T-Shirt SCREAMED that I wasn’t from here (go figure) …. the Disney Croc’s were a dead give away too… and all brought on similar stares. I half way expected that some big old boy would come over to exclaim that were weren’t from here and I was sitting at “his” table. The only thing left to confirm my illusions of a Texas Road house was bar fight… but I think that is planned for Friday or Saturday night. Getting back to dinner… we got the special… the chicken fried steak special. It came with real mashed potatoes including the lumps, real fresh green beans, and white gravy on everything… and of course, the Texas toast. The small was a piece of steak about 4x8 inches… the large was two pieces… wow… great dinner tonight… and lunch tomorrow! Good home cookin’. We told our waitress we were from the campground… she said lots of people from the campground come here… only two places in town… here, and the Mexican place where everyone gets sick the next day… guess that settles that question. All in all, two great cooler drive days, glad to be here, settled in the site, and went exploring the campground via the golf cart… beautiful evening… and lots of nice folks here. Looking forward to new places, new adventures, and new friends. I was advised that if I couldn’t say “howdy” properly… I should just stick to “hello” … without the “How-r-ya”… no doubt good advise… and I need to get a cowboy hat… not that it would help much. Must be a whole accent thing… what accent? Should be a busy weekend… park completely booked, 1000 people expected… so much for a slow, ease into it thing. Off Monday & Tuesday… think I’ll need it. More to follow. Enjoy your day!
Additional note: Funny how our mom’s and grand mom’s tried desperately to get the lumps out of the mashed potatoes… now we look for the lumps so we know that they are “real” mashed potatoes. Times change.