Heading for San Antonio

One storm rolled quickly through LCP during the night (luckily after my campfire had died out) and I awoke early to try one more time to catch a fish or two -- no such luck but, that's what fishing is about sometimes.  Got on the road early as many of the youngsters that arrived last evening were heading to the marina for some boating and frolicking in the lake -- saw some of them as I was packing up and rehitching the trailer.  This time the trailer dropped on right away and got on the road before 10:00 am.  Woo Hoo!

The twelve miles to the main road went by somewhat quickly and had hoped to see some sort of wildlife such as deer on the way but, again nothing appeared.  I did have to stop on the ramp to I-30W to tighten the torsion-sway bar as I had left it loose until then.  The roads seemed to be in better shape on this side of Little Rock and before I knew it I passed through Texarkana and into Texas -- thinking I would stop somewhere east of Dallas in a motel and head out early the next morning to get to San Antonio by evening.  As I neared Dallas and the reservoir on the eastern side, I noticed the clouds over the city were looking quite mottled and ominous with a strange silver streak shining at the lower end of the clouds -- decided it might be better to push on toward the southern side of Dallas in the direction of Waco.  Seems I made the right decision as I heard on the news next morning that tornadoes had been reported northeast of Dallas -- similar things happened around Little Rock too.

Think I stopped in a little town north of Waco, maybe Hillsboro, TX just off I-30W and had some mexican food that evening at a little restaurant across the street from the motel.  Headed out early and managed to get to San Antonio in the middle of the afternoon -- possibly 3:30 pm or thereabouts.

I called to let Shirley know I was close and by the time I pulled up in front of The Waterford, she was out front waiting.

I stayed right in cousin Shirley's room (on the couch or on the floor with the couch cushions beneath me) and we visited non-stop for the next few days -- enjoyed meals with her fiesty group of friends (Jim and his sister Marge, Lorraine, Margaret and a couple others at various times).  I really enjoyed all of the friends there and wished they could join me on my adventure.

It seems that as Shirley and I scoured our minds for things to remenisce about, we most often came upon things that were mostly sad recollections of events we each had experienced -- or experienced together in some events such as my younger sister's death.  Guess these events always leave us with the most vivid recollections and most lasting impact -- always close to the surface it seems.  Some good times in Climax, Colorado were nice to remember for both of us and made us wonder how we managed to survive some of the reckless things we did way back then.  She did get me connected too with a couple cousins in Colorado that I hadn't seen for many years (Don and Richard).  Had to make plans to see them somehow or somewhere along my trip.




Brother and Sister





Lorraine and Marge









Meanderthal Man and Margaret