January begins in Southeast Texas ...

We are back together in our "pack" of 5 .... Jeff, me, Peg, Kent and Trip. Trip is really happier when his "pack" is all together. When we break up and go our separate ways, he misses the group! What a dog! We took route 59 south out of Nacogdoches and got through Houston with no sweat. The trick to most large cities is to plan to hit then on a Sunday afternoon. It works for Houston, anyway. We wound up in a town called Edna ... north of Victoria and closer to the Gulf. Like so many towns in Texas, it looks as though it has seen it's glory days well before WWII ... maybe in the 1920's and 1930's. People still call it home and are proud to live there, but it is really a place that is "on the way to somewhere else". We went out to dinner at a little local Mexican restaurant, and got to talking to one of the other diners. He told us about a place called Brackenridge Park ... a County run recreation area that was just down the road from the campground we were in. Now ... shady Oaks was OK ... it was just a stopping off place for a night or two. But there was not a great deal to recommend it, and it had a bit of a "Deliverance" feel to it.

We hopped down the road about 10 miles and found Brackenridge to be fantastic.

Brackenridge has a HUGE lake that is part of the water management effort in this county. It is a

giant recreation area and wildlife area. There are lots of great campsites. Plenty of space for big rigs, back-ins for trailers and 5th wheels, tent sites, etc. Very well maintained roads, nice gravel paths for hiking or biking, miniature "Gator golf", Frisbee Golf, a Paintball area!!!, basketball, boating, fishing ... AND there is a huge arena / livestock facility just down the road, where there are rodeos and horse events that all the folks in the area attend.

Now, in case you think we were romping around in shorts and flip flops, let me tell you that we were not. It was cold ... and rainy ... and windy.

We watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books. Jeff was getting rather testy.

Here is a photo of Trip modeling the custom raincoat that Peg fashioned for him.

He is such a very good dog, and endlessly patient. But Jeff and I are totally happy to be his "Godparents" and enjoy taking him for walks and bike rides when we feel like it ... and not have to be responsible for him endlessly. We are just too lazy.

But we will hunker down and wait for the weather to improve. It is unseasonably cold here. Folks with no heaters in their homes (and there are plenty of them!) are suffering. Most folks have no need for central heating ... just air conditioning. So, when the temperatures dip below freezing, they can only pile on the clothes and wait things out.

Kent got a call from Kansas City that his Aunt is very ill. He wound up flying there for however long it takes to get her well, or deal with the alternative. His mom is living at the same facility and he needs to be able to help her calm down and deal with what may be the final illness of her sister-in-law and old friend. We are cold ... he is freezing his tail off!! Loads of snow and blowing winds and such. Jeff and Peg and I are just hanging out with Trip and waiting for our "pack" to get back together. We will see what we can get into on our own.

Stay tuned!!!

Closing the Year ....

We have been living in our motor home for 3 months. One quarter of a year. Doesn't seem like much time has gone by at all! We have been SO busy ... moving around a bit, getting used to the new coach, learning the new systems and gradually realizing that we are "home" ... no place else to go!

We made a quick trip back to Pennsylvania for Christmas ... saw friends and visited our storage unit, took care of some Dr. visits and then spent time with our PA grandchildren and family. Loved it!! I especially loved the fact that we flew and did not try to drive the coach. I just KNEW it was going to snow while we were there, and that we would get into terrible difficulties. I was RIGHT!! There was a snowfall of about 12" and we were very lucky to have gotten out of Phila before the next one hit. I got snow down my neck, in my shoes and in my face. Enough to hold me for a while!

Back in Texas, we happily settled into the parking lot at Foretravel and attended a New Year's Eve party with friends in PA via Skype. It worked very well. Out with the old ... in with the new ... who knows what the new year will bring? I hope that 2011 is a good year for everyone. I hope that people who need help get it, people who are ill become well, people who are lost find their way. I hope.....

McKinney, Texas

Had a few relaxing days with Peg & Kent at Lavon Lake ... very quiet park, but very cold and windy. It would be nice in the Spring, I think. We left for MCD to have our new blinds installed... it is only about 30 miles away, and after following the directions to their new location we are parked in their lot and hooked up to electric. Their Camp Hosts are tapping on our door in minutes, ready with a Welcome Pack of info about the town and points of interest.

We are measured promptly the next morning and a price quote is prepared for us to approve. These shades are not cheap, but I really want to get rid of the existing Day/Night buggers that are so hard to deal with. They will go into production on Tuesday, after we approve the costs, and we should be installed and out of there by Friday AM.



The boys who do the measuring and installing remind me of Andy (my son), and one of them is even named Andrew! They are fun and quick and know their job.

Peg and Kent came to visit us one day ... we explored the historic town of McKinney and toured some of the old homes. It once boasted the largest number of millionaires in Texas, and was a true hub of industry, commerce and finance. Of course, this was in the 1880s and 1890s.

The Heard Mansion, especially, is very lovely. The interior is cutting edge, for it's day. The beautiful main stairway, with it's fretwork and carving, is awesome.

We toured a group of rather old buildings that have been moved to a central area of town for better preservation. they are not necessarily old, by Eastern standards ... our home in PA was certainly older ... but for this area, any wooden structure that has survived basically intact and inhabited since the mid-1800s is considered "historic" and worthy of note. These were the settlers, merchants, doctors and early lawmakers who really made McKinney into a true town ... a place where families raised their children and built schools and churches and courthouses. Stores were established, the railroad came to town ... life picked up speed.

Many of these buildings have residents who are not inclined to leave. This particular structure was once an inn. there was a large, dormitory-style room that contained a row of beds for travelers (men, really) who needed a place to stay and meals. The husband and wife who ran the place had a spinster daughter who was a seamstress. At the right side of the photo is the private room that she called her own. Only one door ... she was nicely protected from the riff raff of the travelers who stayed upstairs. Her mother and father slept on a bed in the corner of the main kitchen / dining room. There have been sightings of a man on the second floor, looking out of the window. He apparently likes it there, and sees no reason to leave.


This is the porch ceiling of another home, boasting a color that we are told is "Fly-speck Blue". It is supposed to be the exact color of the Texas sky, and had the effect of fooling the flies into thinking it was the way to the open air ... thus drawing them away from the human inhabitants on the porch. Dunno, but all reports are that it really works. It is certainly a pretty color.

There are 5 or 6 houses clustered in this "square" and folks like to hold weddings in the small church that is part of it. they are maintained by donations and the work of volunteer docents who love the town and are happy to lead visitors thru the buildings and tell the tales of the original inhabitants. One of the most fun is the old school house. It is right out of "Little House on the Prairie". Jeff felt right at home, as he spent a year in a school just like it, very early on, of course!







Imagine all the kids who learned to read and cipher at these desks.












Imagine all the kids who sat on this stool and had to endure the humiliation of being singled out as a "Dunce"... maybe for being dyslexic, maybe for being left-handed ... or maybe for being too smart for their own good and more than the teacher could handle!!




A tough life in many ways, to be sure.




But, then we found a place that sold genuine Gelato!










The flavors were just amazing. I found it hard to believe that a smallish town in a far-out suburb of Dallas could support a place like this!














But we had a very nice treat, and I imagine that the folks in town like it as much as we did. Great hot chocolate, too!!

Back in Nac ... fixin' to fix.

We are back in Nacogdoches after our stay in Canyon Lake. Work on the "new" coach is coming along. We are learning more about it and what we would like to do to make it "home". We upgraded the house batteries with some new Red Top gel and redid the dip switches on our inverter to the proper settings. A day in the shop at FOT now has us equipped with new Koni Gold shocks. I am still cleaning and scrubbing ... things are brightening up. Peg and Kent are arriving soon from Oklahoma for a short visit and we will then go back north for a bit to McKinney, Texas. there is a campground there that we have heard of, and Jeff and I are going to the MCD Factory to have new window shades installed. the old day/night shades are just a pain to deal with, and I am eager to get rid of the horrible, fabric covered lambrequins around all the windows.


We headed north and met Peg and Kent at Lavon Lake State Park. Once again, we arrived withing about 10 minutes of one another. Trip is always so happy when we are all together! He is just the coolest dog. We would all be having a lot more fun if the weather would warm up. It is windy and cold and raw. NOT what I want to to see on the forecast. But, it is good to be together again and Jeff and I begin removing the psychedelic lambrequins from all the windows in the coach and haul them to the dumpster. We met another Foretravel couple who came up from the south to see their daughter. Other folks, in a SOB 5th wheel, who come to Texas for the winter (from Alaska!) were in love with our motor homes, and amazed at how solid they are. the wife was bouncing up and down and laughing because they don't shimmy and shake the way her trailer does! Funny.

Do Not Read This Post ... Really

Do not read this post if you are going to be eating soon. Do NOT ... really.

I was grocery shopping in Nacogdoches. The local grocery chain is an outfit called Brookshire Bros. Nice grocery, good produce, great selection of wines. I was wandering the meat aisle, hoping to see some good steaks or some packages that I could divide for my freezer. Honest to God ... I am amazed at some of the stuff I find in this part of the country.

Do not read this post if you have a weak stomach. Really. I am adventurous eater ... not really squeamish. But, honestly ..... here are things I found in the meat case.....

Turkey Tails. Really. The part that went over the fence last. Multiples. In a package.

Pig Tails. Really. Uncurled. Hairless. But definitely the rearmost part of the pig ... with no discernible nutritional value that I can imagine and decidedly unfavorable flavor, I would think.

And lastly .... truly unsettling ... Hog Maws. Seriously. Hog Maws. The Maw of a Hog.

What is a "maw", you ask? I researched this, just to be sure.

maw

/mɔ/ Show Spelled[maw]

–noun

1.

the mouth, throat, or gullet of an animal, esp. a carnivorous mammal.

2.

the crop or craw of a fowl.

3.

the stomach, esp. that of an animal.

4.

a cavernous opening that resembles the open jaws of an animal: the gaping maw of hell.

5.

the symbolic or theoretical center of a voracious hunger or appetite of any kind: the ravenous maw of Death.


Hmmm. "Ravenous Maw of Death". Well, anyway ... it is more along the lines of #3 ... a pig's stomach ... and there are actually loads of recipes, mostly from Pennsylvania!! the Amish have a liking for stuffed Pig's Stomach, likening it to the casing on a sausage ... just a container. but this stuff looked nasty ... frozen white globs of nastiness sitting next to the tails and such.

I would post photos, but I love you too much.

Starting December

The very last bit of our stay at Canyon Lake included a VERY fast overnight trip to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We needed to be there in person overnight to get our Driver's Licenses and finish establishing residency. So, we got up at the absolute crack of dawn(4 AM!!) and drove to the airport in San Antonio for our first leg ... a 7:30 flight from Texas to Chicago O'Hare.
We get in line for our security screening ... I have given this much thought and have dressed appropriately. Nothing metal. Nothing bulky or concealing. There has recently been a bomb scare in an airport, so screening is serious business. I am ready. Totally. We travel with Passport ID, proper boarding passes obtained easily at the airport, car rental info prepared, all electronic components in baggies, liquid toiletries ready for inspection. I am ready to be screened, patted, x-rayed, wanded ... whatever. Bring it on!
A cursory inspection of my passport ... yup, that's my face. "Have a nice day."

I efficiently whip everything into the plastic bins ready for conveyor. Carry-ons open, baggies exposed, shoes off, purse, jackets, Jeff's stuff displayed ... and I am eagle-eyeing other passengers who may try and pull a fast one and steal my stuff from the conveyor. Nuthin' gets by me! Mr. TSA man motions me forward. OK!! Wand me! X-ray! Inspect me!

"You're good. Thank you. Move on through."
What??

Apparently, there is nothing remotely interesting or intriguing about me, whatsoever. Just moooove on through and let us get to the people who have a mysterious or deviant aura that I seem to lack. Hmmmph. I have to admit that I am a tad let down. But, tucking knees under chin in our tiny commuter jet, we take off on time and are carried to Chicago ... where we grab breakfast and get on another teeny 50 passenger plane for the trip to Sioux Falls.

Sioux Falls airport boasts 8 ... eight ... EIGHT gates. Total. Two of them are being repaired, so there is a grand total of 6 gates for incoming and outgoing travelers. And believe me, there is NO crowding because the airport is operating at only 75% capacity. At the rental car area (30 feet down the hall) the 6 guys (representing the 3 rental companies) all perked up at the sight of us. 4 of them were destined to be disappointed. Our paperwork expedited,we are ushered out to our auto ... started and warmed up! GPS in hand, we navigate the snowy streets. I suppose I should mention that it snowed in Sioux Falls. Only about 6 or 8 inches, and the constant wind is so strong from the NNW that from the air it looked as though someone had been dragging a giant paintbrush over the ground, always from NW to SE. Some places the earth was almost bare ... but there were also small drifts. For South Dakotans, 6 - 8 inches is nothing, so they only do some cursory plowing. Slipping and sliding in a rear wheel drive car, we head out. First stop, our mail box location to meet the ladies we talk to and who helped us set up our vehicle registrations. Happily, the DMV is almost next door! Good thing we stopped, because it was vital to review the requirements for documentation. Then, on to the hotel. Geez Louise! Just walking from the car to each building is excruciating! The hairs in my nose are freezing. It is about 20 degrees with a wind chill of about 6. Criminey!

Sioux Falls looks like a place we actually would like to visit. Driving around, we see lots to do and see in warmer weather. The hotel is very nice ... people are lovely and friendly ... no surprise there. Everyone in the Mid-West and South seem to be congenial. We dashed out for a great steak dinner just next door at the Texas Roadhouse Steakhouse ... where I have a revelation about potatoes. Some TRUE GENIUS has devised a way to give you a baked potato ... loaded with butter, sour cream, bacon, cheese & Chives ... IN A BOWL. Not just plunking a potato in a bowl. They smoosh it and take off most of the skin (not all!) and lightly and carefully mix the luscious add-ons into the tasty baked potato juuuuussst enough. It is "baked potato without the work" in a bowl. Genius ... genuine genius. And bliss when paired with a meltingly tender Filet of beef that is cooked just past absolute Rare. Two of their enormous Margaritas went down my gullet, and did not feel the cold nearly as much when we staggered out to the car for the 90 second drive back across the parking lot to the hotel.

I never sleep very well in hotels, and twice I got up during the night to look out the window into the night. The American flag on the hotel next door was blowing straight out each time, in the wind. The wind ... from the arctic NNW, never, ever stopped. Brutal.

Next morning ... head to DMV for licenses ... CHECK! We are now legal drivers with fairly acceptable photos. Stop at the mailbox to ask a few questions and thank the ladies ... CHECK. Back to the hotel to finish packing and check out ... CHECK. Leisurely drive towards the airport to return out rental and begin our trip back to Texas ... CHECK. We took care of all our business and put a grand total of 27 miles on the rental car. Amazing. Back at the airport I am looking at the posters and information for incoming travelers to Sioux Falls. Most of the information seems to be along the lines of "Please Make Sure You Are Aiming At Actual Wild Game and Not Livestock, Electrical Equipment or Other Hunters". Very different from what you see in the airports at Phila, Chicago or San Antonio! Ready to board our plane for the first leg of the trip ... a teenier, tinyier 25 passenger plane to Minneapolis / St.Paul. Holy cow. Thankfully, it is a short flight. Then, aboard a full sized passenger plane that is only half full, we expand and finish our journey to Texas ... fully "Citizens of The Road".

This is Lynette. She is 7 years old. She and her Grandma (actually great-grandma!) pulled in to a campsite just down the row from us. Grandma needed some help getting their trailer unhitched and set up, as she was getting over a very painful collar bone injury. Lynette latched onto us in a New York minute. We were very OK with that, because we were missing our grandkids a LOT!





Lynette is gaga over the deer. She brought corn to feed them.

Then she learns all about the piles of poop. She is less enthusiastic about that.


But she loves the babies.


And she loves having Poppop next door. (She is delighted that she is allowed to call him Poppop ... she doesn't have a Poppop of her own. Sad.)




Lynette is tickled to take hike with me and Poppop. We get her decked out with a trekking pole and my spare camera. This is truly an adventure!


I had to explain that flip flops were not gonna work on a trail like this.


We saw lots of interesting things.

No Jihadists .... but we did see things like ........








Colorful berries .......







colorful insects ...........







and UNDERPANTS???!!!



Good Grief.

We ran away.


But not before I took this picture.


The End.

The Salt Lick ...... Mmmmmm!

After a long day of learning all about LBJ, we were in need of some good ol' Texas BBQ. The Salt Lick is a family owned restaurant with 3 locations ... and we were not all that far from the one in Driftwood, TX. Really ... just 45 miles or so ... and in Texas, that is right around the corner.

So, off we drove into the Texas twilight, arriving fashionably early at about 5:30 PM. Lucky for us!! In a very short time, the place was PACKED.





It is very rustic ... family style tables and benches with minimal decor. when we arrived there were only a few folks seated.
















About 15 minutes later, the place was jumpin'! It filled up very fast!



















This fellow was busy whacking sausages into pieces, slicing brisket and portioning ribs and turkey.





















The staff is very accommodating and let you get right on up to the BBQ pit.



















Merciful heavens! This is why they are famous all over Texas. Look at those mounds of meat!




















The waitress brought out plates of pickes and onions ... slabs of fresh bread ... a big tumbler of Sweet Tea ...
and THEN my heaping plate of Brisket, sausage, ribs, German potato salad, coleslaw and Pinto beans.

Conversation ceased. All attention was focused on alternating one wonderful flavor with another. Smoky, tart, spicy, creamy, crunchy, meaty, juicy, savory ..... sublime.





And then .... there was this.



Homemade Peach Cobbler with a good vanilla ice cream.

I died .... in a good way.


I loved everyone. My world was balanced and there was harmony in my universe.




We managed to walk to the car and drove home in the very dark, very starry night.



The End

LBJ Ranch

I needed to get out of the coach and act like a tourist. Jeff promised me that we would do whatever I wanted. I always take statements like that with a very skeptical attitude. We will do whatever I want ... unless he doesn't feel like it. You hear what I am sayin'.

In Texas, folks just Looooove LBJ, and I can easily see why after the visit to the Texas White House and his Ranch between Johnson City and Fredericksburg, in the Texas Hill country. Each section of Texas has it's own sort of beauty. The Hill Country has stretches of grassland, rock cliffs, sturdy live oaks and cedar trees and rivers and creeks that wind between the hills that give it it's name. It is truly a pretty place.



We decided to spend the day sightseeing, so we drove north towards Fredericksburg ... stopping in Johnson City along the way. the LBJ Museum is a worthwhile stop. It is not a large town, by any means, and one can easily see why the folks sat up and took notice of a guy like Lyndon Johnson.







The buildings in Johnson city have not changed a lot. You can still see the outlines of some of these storefront.

No plumbing, no electricity, unpaved streets. No place to buy a loaf of bread or a pound of meat. a cafe that sometimes hung out a sign that said,"Closed for Lunch". the Courthouse, a cotton gin, a ramshackle hotel. Three churches.












His father and grandfather had both been men of note in the area ... but one of his first accomplishments as a freshman Congressman was to convince the people of his district that the costs of electricity would be far outweighed by the benefits. He helped illuminated the area for the first time in 1939.















The Family Cemetery is quiet and peaceful. the monuments for Lyndon Baines Johnson and Claudia Taylor Johnson are solid but understated.










The ranch house itself is not enormous ... but it is roomy enough. It has a really homey feel that I was not expecting. I could easily imagine myself living there very comfortably.








This is Air force One Half ... LBJ used this jet to get back and forth to the Texas White House.








He entertained heads of state and important people at the Ranch ... he was famous for the barbecues that they would hold to entertain dignitaries from all parts of the world. NOT your typical Washington DC function!





He had a German made Amphicar that he used to scare the bejeebers out of unsuspecting guests. He would careen off the road into the Pedernales River screaming,"The brakes gave out! We're going in!"

Then, as people were screaming, he would laugh hysterically. He particularly liked to pull this stunt on newlyweds ... and said he could predict which marriages were going to last by the reactions of his passengers. Nice.









The cattle were impressive.


















The Hill Country scenery was peaceful and lovely.












I came away thinking that I wished I had paid attention more when LBJ was in Office. But I was 13 years old when JFK was killed ... totally immersed in my own wretched self in the next 6 or 7 years ... it is hardly surprising that I have only general impressions of the events of those years. There were so many hard things happening at once ... the Viet Nam war ... Civil Rights marches ... Woodstock ... the Beatles ... High School ... ohmigod ... High School.

I learned to drive, I got kissed, I had "best friends", I learned that I had a talent, my "best friends" shunned me for no reason ... then suddenly they were my friends, for some reason (I never knew what I had done), I learned that my parents were clueless, I lost a classmate to a childhood disease, I lost grandparents to old age, I lost beloved pets .... All these things loomed larger in my small life than the guy who was in the White House.



After seeing his home, the places he loved and the views he cherished ... I sort of felt that we would have had something to talk about, if we had been neighbors.


Worth the visit ... I think he was a pretty good man.

Canyon Lake

We are staying in a very nice military Recreation Area about 50 miles north of San Antonio. The Fort Sam Houston Campground is right on Canyon Lake ... an artificial body of water that was created by damming up the Guadalupe river. The Army Corps of Engineers maintains the dam, the lake and all 8 parks and campgrounds in the area. The RV sites are all full hookups, so that meant that I can play with my washing machine!! Don't laugh ... it is a new toy for me!

Our most consistent "neighbors" are the deer. This is the "Prince" of the crowd. All the "ladies" follow him around the campground. He is rather bold, but he will only come soooo close ... even for a delicious Triscuit.

They are indiscriminate poopers, however. It is all over the place.


I like deer. Deer are graceful. They are quiet. They are soothing to watch. The young ones are cute.


But poop is poop. This is almost like living in a barnyard.



But, like I said, they are soothing to watch ... and I try not to think of things like ticks and lice and videos of "When Deer Attack".


The world gives me enough to worry about as it is ... like North Korea and Jihadists and Recession and how I am going to make the trip home for Christmas.


We don't know whether we will fly home and leave the coach somewhere for 7 or 8 days ... or maybe we will drive. If we run into bad weather we can always just park and wait it out. Dunno.

It is making me nervous that I don't have a plan in place! But Jeff is keeping mum. He likes to drive me crazy. I think it qualifies as a hobby of his.


Speaking of Jihadists ......... there were several car loads (actually, I think just 2 cars with 1 family in each) of Middle Eastern people here this weekend. Maroon luxury cars ... identical ... with temporary tags. I am reading a spy novel, so all my powers of observation were on high alert! It was in the high 80s ... pretty humid, too. I was taking a hike with the little girl who arrived earlier that afternoon with her grandma. We were taking pictures and looking for stuff to notice and report on. I felt like "Harriet the Spy".

Mr. Man #1 (in his T-shirt and plaid shorts with the Seven UP) ... and Mr. Man #2 in the dress with his Pepsi) were on one side of the marina under a shaded picnic area enjoying a breeze.

Mama #1 and Mama #2 and Daughter were on the opposite side of the Marina ... on a rug on the grass ... wrapped up in layer upon layer of jeans, ankle length robes, head scarves, face masks and sunglasses. I felt so overheated looking at them I almost fainted there on the spot. Even the baby girl!! Really. Just not necessary. Modesty can be maintained without multiple layers. I made note of it all for my Spy Journal.

School is Cool!

SCHOOL IS COOL!!!



Jeff and I returned from our stay at the Sam Rayburn Reservoir in time to stake out a spot in the Foretravel parking lot. We knew it was going to be filling up fast, because the Ladies' Driving School was due to begin on Novenber 9th. I was pretty excited ... I wanted to be able to feel more confident driving this larger coach. Yikes!

There were 2 days of classroom instruction ... films and powerpoint images ... lots of discussion, question & answer AND 2 coach walk-arounds with some of the Foretravel guys who know how all the systems work. We learned a LOT!

THEN, on day three, we divided into groups of 5 and got behind the wheel of coaches supplied by 2 of the instructors and Foretravel. They let a bunch of women ... some of whom had never even planted their butts in the driver's seat ... get behind the wheel of machines that collectively were worth a minimum of a MILLION dollars. No joke.

So, here is L.D. Chatworth ... my On-The-Road instructor. He has worked at Foretravel for something like 38 years. VERY calm guy. Nothing rattles him, and that was just what most of the ladies needed. He was our guide as we took turns driving the obstacle course that the folks at Foretravel had set up at various spots on the Factory grounds ... to help us get used to where the 4 corners of the coach are located as we snuggled up to various cones, back up for several coach lengths, back into a standard campground spot (using the proper hand signals from a spotter) and navigating a slalom course. THAT was hard! You don't get a lot of room to swing a 45' coach back and forth to get around cones ... AND not crush anything with the tandem back wheels! But I made it. We all did! No cones were killed in the completion of the course.

So, here is the monster that my group drove. HUGE! The following day we went out on the road around Nacogdoches. L.D. took us all around the city. There is a "Loop" around Nacogdoches ... takes about 40 minutes to complete the whole route. We made right turns, left turns, went over railroad tracks, through school zones ... you name it. I have a great deal more confidence now, and I KNOW that the women who had never even turned the ignition key were totally inspired by their experience.

We met a number of new friends at school and while we were "camped" in the parking lot.
Here are Maudie, Joan and Janice. We are riding down the road with Joan behind the wheel. Not a bad place to hang out while you are waiting to take the wheel of a 26 ton machine!
Here is sweet Peggy from Georgia. she and her husband have just "upgraded" from a big 5th wheel pulled by a Freightliner truck to a 40' motor home just like ours. She has never driven anything bigger than a minivan until today! She is scared witless!Peggy does just fine, and can now relax and take painkillers for her tension migraine! We were all glad to finally get this part over with. There was a very creditable banquet that evening and we all now have certificates that attest to the fact that we passed the course.

Jeff is not convinced, however. He needs a course that teaches him to be a better passenger!

We are heading for San Antonio and a joint military Recreation Area ... Fort Sam Houston campground on Canyon Lake. Can't wait to settle in and relax for a while!