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joegodaWe started out early on June 24th, heading out when the sun had just decided to get hot. It was our intent that we would reach the campsite - Armadillo Gardens or Armadillo Campgrounds or Armadillo Graveyard.... something like that, by about 7ish or so, and therefore we would have enough light to set up the Giant Tent and the Giant inflatable beds.
And as generally happens, plans change.
We drove down and down and down, through Oklahoma. Not much to tell there. I mean, it's Oklahoma. Long stretches of barely maintained road with scruffy little towns barely hanging on for their lives and lots of history spattered about like a sloppy painter working too fast.
We stopped at a little place in Calera called the Peanut Shoppe and I bought some cashews, Tim bought some jerkey, and Sherry bought some honey roasted nuts. It was a kitschy lil place and sold oddities like Dr. Fart, which sounded a lot like one of those old cow boxes... you know, where you tip the box and it Mooooooos at you.
It was a quiet little break, and we still hadn't killed each other. Heck, the day was still young.
Back on the road, we drove down into Sherman and turned right or west, onto Highway 82. We weren't wanting to go through Dallas, so we figured out a route that would go to the western edge of Ft Worth. We turned south at Gainesville and headed downhill on 35.
Lots of south, south, Ft Worth, south, south, Waco, south to Temple and there we turned west again. Now, I could write some about what it was all like, but to be honest... it was just south. Really. Just Texas, more Texas, hot, sun, road, crrrrazy drivers and more road. We drove to Temple, south of Waco and turned west again.
Here we started to see some hills and something other than just road and Texas. We went through Killeen, which was interesting in a "hey... this looks like every other town - like Sapulpa" way. We did drive passed or rather through Fort Hood, and except for the gates, it looked like any other industrial complex stuck in the middle of the Texas Desert.
So... more Texas. We drove and drove, turned south again at Lampasas, which may have been a town, but it looked a lot like a four-way light to me. The hills became more apparent and bigger as we drove south on 281.
We turned westerly again on 290, in Johnson city, named after the famous Johnsons, of whom LBJ was a native son. We stopped in the middle of town, looking for a place to refresh our lives and discovered something important. It is entirely possible for three people to see the same thing and believe that the world Saloon can possibly be spelled with only one 'o'. There are no libations where you get your hair and nails done, regardless of the wooden double saloon doors leading in.
So, instead, we stopped at the Homestead of the ancient Johnsons and walked the grounds. There was a very neat milk house, or a 'Cold house' there, with a very ancient windmill. I believe it was an Aeromotor, which is double cool to me because it was the place my dad worked when we first came to Oklahoma. There are pictures, but I'll put those up when I have the time to catalog and label them all.
Our next stop: Luckenbach, Texas! Looking for Waylon and Willie and the Gang! Yep. And our campground. Yessir! We would put up our tents and then go find Fredricksburg and food! Yessirreee... but as I pointed out earlier, plans change.
Luckenbach Texas, regardless of being marked clearly on maps, has NO Signs for the place. NONE. Oh, there's a sign once you find the right road and are actually within 500 yards of the place. But there is NO Luckenbach, Texas visibly in existence from the road at all period. Furthermore, since there was no definitive roadsigns that even matched the directions to the campground and it was a blistering 105 degrees, we decided that the campground was probably one of the least favorable options we could think of.
The fact that Fredricksburg, Texas is so incredibly beautiful may have swayed our opinion. The fact that Fredricksburg, Texas is Right ON The Highway, may have swayed our opinion. And the fact that the Motel 8 gave us 20.00 of a double room definitely swayed our opinion. Oh... there is a little brewhaus 2 blocks away from the Motel 8. That swayed Tim's opinion. Okay... Mine and Sherry's too.
Fredricksburg is a lovely little town based on a German Theme. It was near expiration a few decades ago, when my best chum, Tim, lived there. But the townsfolk pulled themselves up by their tourista bootstraps and created a wonderful, wonderful place that I could conceivably live in for the rest of my artistic life. Artistic, cuz I think I'd have to be rich there, as there doesn't appear to be much industry in the place. Just tourist stuff.
My best Chums took me to dinner at a place called The Brewery. It is a microbrewery on the main street of the town. I had...umm.. I forget, but it was wonderful. Tim had Meatloaf, and he went Nom Nom Nom to it, so I know it was good. Sherry had ummm.. I forget that too, but she said it was excellent. We all had beers that were brewed in house, as I don't think they served anything else. They also had really good iced tea and the water even tasted good.
Maybe we were hot and tired and our butts hurt from riding in a car for 12 hours, but I gotta tell you, this was a surprising Oasis amidst the cactus. We walked around the town after dinner until the sun didn't shine, the stores were closing up and the world was going to sleep.
We have decided to win the 82 million dollar Texas Lottery and buy an old building they had for sell, move down there and start up... something cool. I forget exactly what, but it was something cool. I remember that.
The next morning we got up and I said goodbye to Melissa, the woman who gave us the discount. we drove downtown to check out the Dooley's 5 and 10 cent store. We all stepped out of the car and just as I walked in the old doors to the general store, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen my camera. I went back and it wasn't in the car, either. I told Sherry that I was going to go back to the Hotel (it was only a few blocks) and see if it had been turned in or if it may have still been in the room.
Tim and Sherry stayed at the General store and I walked down the sidewalk to the hotel. It really is a lovely place and I recommend it for any getaway. Fredricksburg. Remember it.
I got back to the hotel and Melissa made me a quick room key. I went up to room 201 and looked quickly around, but no camera. I sighed, as these things do happen to me from time to time, where things just sort of disappear on me. I walked back to the General store feeling not terribly sad. Instead, it was more like "Oh well... one less thing to have to be concerned about." It was kind of a relief, in an odd sort of sense.
Now... I don't know if we ate breakfast. I don't remember it if we did. And yes, before you ask, my memory is becoming shot full of holes. Maybe it's the heat. I think I remember the really important things, but then again, if I forgot them, how would I know?
We tossed our lives to the wind of fate and drove down to San Antonio. It was hot, hot, hot. 105 and working hard. We drove into San Antonio, drove the wrong way, and found the zoo, which looked to be a very, very cool zoo. So, we turned around and saw a lot of San Antonio that we wouldn't have seen otherwise. We got to the Alamo about... umm.. 12:00? 12:30? Whenever, it was the middle of the heat! I bought a snowcone for Sherry, who looked really hot and one for Tim, cuz he's tall. I'm low to the ground and that's where the cool air is.
The Alamo is a neat place with lots of history and no visible zombies, but there are a lot of possibles. Did I mention that it was hot? We walked around the grounds and I read every plaque I could and I was duly impressed by the age and history and spirit of the place. Still would have liked to have gone to the Zoo. They had a train. But hey.. Alamo! Texas! History! Battles! Death! It was perfect for Tim, and that's why I was there.
We left the Alamo and were heading toward Galveston when my phone chirped. It was an 803 area code and I thought "What the hell?" I let it roll over to voicemail, cuz folks don't like to talk to voicemail for any longer than it takes, and then I checked said voice mail.
Melissa and her crew had found the camera. It was sitting on the dryer, next to the Ice machine, which I had used to fill a plastic bag with ice for the ice chest. I had removed the camera from around my neck and left it sitting there. Bad memory! No biscuit!
Bless their hearts... Tim just turned the car around and he drove the hour back to Fredricksburg. And once again, they didn't kill me. I'm very lucky to have such friends.
Back on the road, we once again headed towards Galveston. It was 3 pm. The sun was hot, and we where driving into unknown territory, as I was requested to pick a route that we had never taken before.
Pretty Texas countryside, lots of it, flew under our tires. Some fairly long Texas countryside. Long, long trip, taking an unconventional route. For those interested, we took 290 east, merged with 71 east and then, at Columbus (Texas, not Ohio) we joined highway 10. From there it was just driving, driving, driving until the skyline filled with Huston, and then south on 45 to Galveston.
I'm gonna copy what I posted to Amber, cuz my fingers are getting tired and what I wrote to her pretty much sums it up.
It was rather interesting. We got there just as the sun was going down. We drove down 45 until it turned into Broadway, then we wandered up Avenue Q. Yes... Avenue Q. From there we drove until we came to the Seawall, so Sherry could see the Gulf, and by extension the Ocean. It was a cool place to be, and I think we woke up a lifeguard who may have been sleeping in his tower. Tim said something about gay sex... I'm not sure what he meant.
As the sun fell into the sea, the lights came on. There were interesting folks with tattoos and short skirts and leather and Harleys wandering around. Lots of bicycles. We ate at a Wendy's, across from the Seawall. Granted, we could have eaten at a place that had a neon Whale's tale and eaten something seafoodish and drank something seadrinkish, but we had plenty of drinkables at the hotel.
We stayed until way after the zombies came, and we found the part of the island they lived in. There is a part of the Island still without power, and we figure that's where they lived.
Speaking of which, I met a writer at the Con - Joe McKinney. He's written a couple of Zombie novels, and he's just a darn nice guy. You can visit him at http://www.joemckinney.net
We drove back to the Motel 6 (which, by the way, is not a place I recommend for any one with human sensitivities) in the dark. I saw the glow of the pyramids in Moody Gardens across the bay, and so I took a picture of them.
The next day we drove down 87 so we could eat at a little place near the docks and then take the ferry to the Bolivar Peninsula. It was a cool treat to watch Sherry be excited and I loved the memories of the rocking deck brought back to me. From there we drove on to other places and then to Huston and to the Convention, so we didn't really see much of Galveston proper, but I really wanted to. I loved the architecture and the quirky feel of the people there.
We drove down the Bolivar Penninsula, looking at all the houses on stilts and the signs of the still recovery from the last couple of Hurricanes, both appalled and fascinated by the images. We turned down a little road with folks rebuilding their houses on the Gulf.. somewhere near Gilchrist, I think, and drove until we could get out of the car and walk on the sand of the Gulf.
This was Sherry's Time! She stood with her toesies in the water doing something she said she had always wanted to do... granted, it wasn't exactly, technically an ocean, but it was close enough that if you strained your eyes, you could see it. It was directly connected to the ocean and it was soooo big, you couldn't see land on the other side of it. It was Oceany.
We got sand in our shoes and in Sherry's car and drove eastward on 87 until we ran out of 87 to drive. Turning northerly on 124, we headed back to the world of Highway 10, which would take us back to Huston.
Round about 30 minutes out from Huston, Tim saw a sign that said "San Jacinto Memorial" with an arrow indicating a right exit. He looked back at me, Sherry was snoozing, and I said, hey... go for it. It was something he had always wanted to do, and that's what we were there for.
We spent a few hours in the heat and wandered around the San Jacinto Memorial, which is based off the Washington Monument (that big pointy thing with the reflecting pool), but as Tim puts it, is a scoosh taller. Everything is bigger in Texas, so he says.
We went across the road to the OTHER side of the memorial, which is a memorial to the TEXAS, the last Dreadnought Battleship every built. It was HUGE! And black! And cool! and we got to go onto it for FREE! and it was COOL! And HUGE!
Umm.. maybe I have a picture of it somewhere. Probably Tim does.
From there we drove on to Huston and to the Apollocon. We stayed at the DoubleTree hotel, which was hosting the convention. I had fun at the con, though I might deny it at certain times. I talked to a bunch of folks, lost my heart once, got it back because I'm cynical like that, met some good folks, and watched Freddy vs. the Ghostbusters - which was the Denver Ghostbusters, by the way.
Oh! And Sherry and I saw "Done the Impossible" - the Firefly Documentary that has Cedric and Hawk singing and talking in it. I think he has a larger part in it than he thought he did. He was the one that sang the closing song, which is always the song the audience walks away with. It was a special treat because the folks running the media room did it JUST for US! We were the only ones in the room, 'cept for them. And the woman in the Media booth, whose name was also Sherry... she's the one who stole my heart. Course, she gave it back pretty quick, which is a good thing. I certainly don't want to be a zombie.
Why Zombies? Because. Zombies are Very Big in Texas. Everything is big in Texas.
The drive home? Hot, northernly, and went by quickly, as I had read Joe's book, Dead City, on the way home. Dead City is a yarn about Zombies appearing all along the coastal cities after 5 hurricanes hit the Gulf in three weeks and a virus appears that turns folks into the undead. Joe is a cop, by the way, so the story is told from a cop's viewpoint.
And that is the story of our adventure.
And as generally happens, plans change.
We drove down and down and down, through Oklahoma. Not much to tell there. I mean, it's Oklahoma. Long stretches of barely maintained road with scruffy little towns barely hanging on for their lives and lots of history spattered about like a sloppy painter working too fast.
We stopped at a little place in Calera called the Peanut Shoppe and I bought some cashews, Tim bought some jerkey, and Sherry bought some honey roasted nuts. It was a kitschy lil place and sold oddities like Dr. Fart, which sounded a lot like one of those old cow boxes... you know, where you tip the box and it Mooooooos at you.
It was a quiet little break, and we still hadn't killed each other. Heck, the day was still young.
Back on the road, we drove down into Sherman and turned right or west, onto Highway 82. We weren't wanting to go through Dallas, so we figured out a route that would go to the western edge of Ft Worth. We turned south at Gainesville and headed downhill on 35.
Lots of south, south, Ft Worth, south, south, Waco, south to Temple and there we turned west again. Now, I could write some about what it was all like, but to be honest... it was just south. Really. Just Texas, more Texas, hot, sun, road, crrrrazy drivers and more road. We drove to Temple, south of Waco and turned west again.
Here we started to see some hills and something other than just road and Texas. We went through Killeen, which was interesting in a "hey... this looks like every other town - like Sapulpa" way. We did drive passed or rather through Fort Hood, and except for the gates, it looked like any other industrial complex stuck in the middle of the Texas Desert.
So... more Texas. We drove and drove, turned south again at Lampasas, which may have been a town, but it looked a lot like a four-way light to me. The hills became more apparent and bigger as we drove south on 281.
We turned westerly again on 290, in Johnson city, named after the famous Johnsons, of whom LBJ was a native son. We stopped in the middle of town, looking for a place to refresh our lives and discovered something important. It is entirely possible for three people to see the same thing and believe that the world Saloon can possibly be spelled with only one 'o'. There are no libations where you get your hair and nails done, regardless of the wooden double saloon doors leading in.
So, instead, we stopped at the Homestead of the ancient Johnsons and walked the grounds. There was a very neat milk house, or a 'Cold house' there, with a very ancient windmill. I believe it was an Aeromotor, which is double cool to me because it was the place my dad worked when we first came to Oklahoma. There are pictures, but I'll put those up when I have the time to catalog and label them all.
Our next stop: Luckenbach, Texas! Looking for Waylon and Willie and the Gang! Yep. And our campground. Yessir! We would put up our tents and then go find Fredricksburg and food! Yessirreee... but as I pointed out earlier, plans change.
Luckenbach Texas, regardless of being marked clearly on maps, has NO Signs for the place. NONE. Oh, there's a sign once you find the right road and are actually within 500 yards of the place. But there is NO Luckenbach, Texas visibly in existence from the road at all period. Furthermore, since there was no definitive roadsigns that even matched the directions to the campground and it was a blistering 105 degrees, we decided that the campground was probably one of the least favorable options we could think of.
The fact that Fredricksburg, Texas is so incredibly beautiful may have swayed our opinion. The fact that Fredricksburg, Texas is Right ON The Highway, may have swayed our opinion. And the fact that the Motel 8 gave us 20.00 of a double room definitely swayed our opinion. Oh... there is a little brewhaus 2 blocks away from the Motel 8. That swayed Tim's opinion. Okay... Mine and Sherry's too.
Fredricksburg is a lovely little town based on a German Theme. It was near expiration a few decades ago, when my best chum, Tim, lived there. But the townsfolk pulled themselves up by their tourista bootstraps and created a wonderful, wonderful place that I could conceivably live in for the rest of my artistic life. Artistic, cuz I think I'd have to be rich there, as there doesn't appear to be much industry in the place. Just tourist stuff.
My best Chums took me to dinner at a place called The Brewery. It is a microbrewery on the main street of the town. I had...umm.. I forget, but it was wonderful. Tim had Meatloaf, and he went Nom Nom Nom to it, so I know it was good. Sherry had ummm.. I forget that too, but she said it was excellent. We all had beers that were brewed in house, as I don't think they served anything else. They also had really good iced tea and the water even tasted good.
Maybe we were hot and tired and our butts hurt from riding in a car for 12 hours, but I gotta tell you, this was a surprising Oasis amidst the cactus. We walked around the town after dinner until the sun didn't shine, the stores were closing up and the world was going to sleep.
We have decided to win the 82 million dollar Texas Lottery and buy an old building they had for sell, move down there and start up... something cool. I forget exactly what, but it was something cool. I remember that.
The next morning we got up and I said goodbye to Melissa, the woman who gave us the discount. we drove downtown to check out the Dooley's 5 and 10 cent store. We all stepped out of the car and just as I walked in the old doors to the general store, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen my camera. I went back and it wasn't in the car, either. I told Sherry that I was going to go back to the Hotel (it was only a few blocks) and see if it had been turned in or if it may have still been in the room.
Tim and Sherry stayed at the General store and I walked down the sidewalk to the hotel. It really is a lovely place and I recommend it for any getaway. Fredricksburg. Remember it.
I got back to the hotel and Melissa made me a quick room key. I went up to room 201 and looked quickly around, but no camera. I sighed, as these things do happen to me from time to time, where things just sort of disappear on me. I walked back to the General store feeling not terribly sad. Instead, it was more like "Oh well... one less thing to have to be concerned about." It was kind of a relief, in an odd sort of sense.
Now... I don't know if we ate breakfast. I don't remember it if we did. And yes, before you ask, my memory is becoming shot full of holes. Maybe it's the heat. I think I remember the really important things, but then again, if I forgot them, how would I know?
We tossed our lives to the wind of fate and drove down to San Antonio. It was hot, hot, hot. 105 and working hard. We drove into San Antonio, drove the wrong way, and found the zoo, which looked to be a very, very cool zoo. So, we turned around and saw a lot of San Antonio that we wouldn't have seen otherwise. We got to the Alamo about... umm.. 12:00? 12:30? Whenever, it was the middle of the heat! I bought a snowcone for Sherry, who looked really hot and one for Tim, cuz he's tall. I'm low to the ground and that's where the cool air is.
The Alamo is a neat place with lots of history and no visible zombies, but there are a lot of possibles. Did I mention that it was hot? We walked around the grounds and I read every plaque I could and I was duly impressed by the age and history and spirit of the place. Still would have liked to have gone to the Zoo. They had a train. But hey.. Alamo! Texas! History! Battles! Death! It was perfect for Tim, and that's why I was there.
We left the Alamo and were heading toward Galveston when my phone chirped. It was an 803 area code and I thought "What the hell?" I let it roll over to voicemail, cuz folks don't like to talk to voicemail for any longer than it takes, and then I checked said voice mail.
Melissa and her crew had found the camera. It was sitting on the dryer, next to the Ice machine, which I had used to fill a plastic bag with ice for the ice chest. I had removed the camera from around my neck and left it sitting there. Bad memory! No biscuit!
Bless their hearts... Tim just turned the car around and he drove the hour back to Fredricksburg. And once again, they didn't kill me. I'm very lucky to have such friends.
Back on the road, we once again headed towards Galveston. It was 3 pm. The sun was hot, and we where driving into unknown territory, as I was requested to pick a route that we had never taken before.
Pretty Texas countryside, lots of it, flew under our tires. Some fairly long Texas countryside. Long, long trip, taking an unconventional route. For those interested, we took 290 east, merged with 71 east and then, at Columbus (Texas, not Ohio) we joined highway 10. From there it was just driving, driving, driving until the skyline filled with Huston, and then south on 45 to Galveston.
I'm gonna copy what I posted to Amber, cuz my fingers are getting tired and what I wrote to her pretty much sums it up.
It was rather interesting. We got there just as the sun was going down. We drove down 45 until it turned into Broadway, then we wandered up Avenue Q. Yes... Avenue Q. From there we drove until we came to the Seawall, so Sherry could see the Gulf, and by extension the Ocean. It was a cool place to be, and I think we woke up a lifeguard who may have been sleeping in his tower. Tim said something about gay sex... I'm not sure what he meant.
As the sun fell into the sea, the lights came on. There were interesting folks with tattoos and short skirts and leather and Harleys wandering around. Lots of bicycles. We ate at a Wendy's, across from the Seawall. Granted, we could have eaten at a place that had a neon Whale's tale and eaten something seafoodish and drank something seadrinkish, but we had plenty of drinkables at the hotel.
We stayed until way after the zombies came, and we found the part of the island they lived in. There is a part of the Island still without power, and we figure that's where they lived.
Speaking of which, I met a writer at the Con - Joe McKinney. He's written a couple of Zombie novels, and he's just a darn nice guy. You can visit him at http://www.joemckinney.net
We drove back to the Motel 6 (which, by the way, is not a place I recommend for any one with human sensitivities) in the dark. I saw the glow of the pyramids in Moody Gardens across the bay, and so I took a picture of them.
The next day we drove down 87 so we could eat at a little place near the docks and then take the ferry to the Bolivar Peninsula. It was a cool treat to watch Sherry be excited and I loved the memories of the rocking deck brought back to me. From there we drove on to other places and then to Huston and to the Convention, so we didn't really see much of Galveston proper, but I really wanted to. I loved the architecture and the quirky feel of the people there.
We drove down the Bolivar Penninsula, looking at all the houses on stilts and the signs of the still recovery from the last couple of Hurricanes, both appalled and fascinated by the images. We turned down a little road with folks rebuilding their houses on the Gulf.. somewhere near Gilchrist, I think, and drove until we could get out of the car and walk on the sand of the Gulf.
This was Sherry's Time! She stood with her toesies in the water doing something she said she had always wanted to do... granted, it wasn't exactly, technically an ocean, but it was close enough that if you strained your eyes, you could see it. It was directly connected to the ocean and it was soooo big, you couldn't see land on the other side of it. It was Oceany.
We got sand in our shoes and in Sherry's car and drove eastward on 87 until we ran out of 87 to drive. Turning northerly on 124, we headed back to the world of Highway 10, which would take us back to Huston.
Round about 30 minutes out from Huston, Tim saw a sign that said "San Jacinto Memorial" with an arrow indicating a right exit. He looked back at me, Sherry was snoozing, and I said, hey... go for it. It was something he had always wanted to do, and that's what we were there for.
We spent a few hours in the heat and wandered around the San Jacinto Memorial, which is based off the Washington Monument (that big pointy thing with the reflecting pool), but as Tim puts it, is a scoosh taller. Everything is bigger in Texas, so he says.
We went across the road to the OTHER side of the memorial, which is a memorial to the TEXAS, the last Dreadnought Battleship every built. It was HUGE! And black! And cool! and we got to go onto it for FREE! and it was COOL! And HUGE!
Umm.. maybe I have a picture of it somewhere. Probably Tim does.
From there we drove on to Huston and to the Apollocon. We stayed at the DoubleTree hotel, which was hosting the convention. I had fun at the con, though I might deny it at certain times. I talked to a bunch of folks, lost my heart once, got it back because I'm cynical like that, met some good folks, and watched Freddy vs. the Ghostbusters - which was the Denver Ghostbusters, by the way.
Oh! And Sherry and I saw "Done the Impossible" - the Firefly Documentary that has Cedric and Hawk singing and talking in it. I think he has a larger part in it than he thought he did. He was the one that sang the closing song, which is always the song the audience walks away with. It was a special treat because the folks running the media room did it JUST for US! We were the only ones in the room, 'cept for them. And the woman in the Media booth, whose name was also Sherry... she's the one who stole my heart. Course, she gave it back pretty quick, which is a good thing. I certainly don't want to be a zombie.
Why Zombies? Because. Zombies are Very Big in Texas. Everything is big in Texas.
The drive home? Hot, northernly, and went by quickly, as I had read Joe's book, Dead City, on the way home. Dead City is a yarn about Zombies appearing all along the coastal cities after 5 hurricanes hit the Gulf in three weeks and a virus appears that turns folks into the undead. Joe is a cop, by the way, so the story is told from a cop's viewpoint.
And that is the story of our adventure.
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:29 am (UTC)I did not realize (until after you guys got down there) that you were heading to Houston as part of your travels this time. With a lot of extra travel along the way, from the sounds of it.
And, if you drove down I-45 to Galveston, then you passed my son and DIL's house - they live less than a mile from the highway, in Friendswood (AKA Zone B, during Hurricane Ike, but fortunately on the side of I-45 farthest from that lovely ocean/Gulf that Sherry saw).
I'm glad you all had a good time and are safely home once again.
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Date: 2009-06-30 02:33 am (UTC)I had a wonderful time, pretty much due to those two.
The only thing we really had a question about was what the heck does H.E.B. stand for? Guess I could google it.
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Date: 2009-06-30 11:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-30 02:29 pm (UTC)we filled in the blanks with various things. Evertime we'd pass an H.E.B. we'd point and holler HEEB... now we know....the rest of the story.. bwahahahaha.
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Date: 2009-06-30 04:21 pm (UTC)i love this! GREAT BIG HUGE i do love it! I heard your voice and i saw your face and i saw the sand and i watched Sherry get excited and i saw Tim look at you and get your go-ahead and EVERYTHING!!!!!
I LOVE THIS!!!! *wheeeeee*!!!
Now for the pictures!!!!!!! BOY HOWDY, am i glad you got your camera back! And what a GREAT BIRFDAY PRESENT!! *whhoooop!! Reminded me TOTALLY of See America #3!! *beams* Yellowstone! *giggles*
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