Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
H.E.B.S. & Matthew Foxx
March 21st:
H.E.B.S. is a chain of grocery/wal-mart esque stores across Tex. and Matthew Foxx is their chepo Cabernet Sauvignon --$5 a pop. Having become a tripping space cadet due to low blood sugar, I coasted in to the H.E.B.S parking lot in Uvalve, Tex., ate an orange, got that sugar rush and I was good to go. Meanwhile, Ann was in H.E.B.S. getting some grub & this is when she discovered Matthew Foxx, so the three of us are having a jolly good time tonight in the campgound. More about this below.
Backtracking a bit:
March 19th & 20th Padre Island/ Mustang Island was no great digs: cool and overcast but we met Linda and Jim from Ontario who proved to be kindred spirits.
Speaking of Mustangs....no, I didn't "Hump Mustang" as my last blog title suggested. The title was supposed to be: "Lost in Jasper/Humped to Mustang."
March 21st first day of spring:
Did eight hour grueling drive through southeast Texas flat oil/gas country--bustling economy--most everything oil/gas related; then the rolling Texas hill country began and it redeemed it all & we beamed down in Garner St. Pk., Tex., and west of San Antonio and it's quiet with a peach sunset and scrub cedars all-around and brown grass and the air is pure and the Frio River skirts nearby and we'll hike around tomorrow and check it, and all that Garner Pk. has to offer and talk to some fraternal trailer'n goobers and pick up some grist. Guy just pulled in a fifth-wheeler who's from North Dakota--probably heading home from "...what's been an unusually cold southern winter," per the snowbirds we've met. Later....
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Lost in Jasper/Humped Mustang
March 19, 2014--Yesterday, we got lost in the woods near Jasper but we didn't panic; we picked up the pace and were tight-lipped, but we didn't freak. After 4 or 5 circuitous miles we accidentally wandered into our campground uttering a resounding "whew!" and that was yesterday's peak experience.
Today, March 19th we struck out from Jasper and headed for Mustang Island, outboard from Corpus Christi on the north end of Padre Island Nat. Seashore. It was a major, 9 hr. hump including the dissection of Houston (no small task) and 4-500 miles of rather boring Texas, plowed, farm land---I'm talking 4-5K acre farms--- a few pee-willy crossroad towns, beat-up single and double-wides---some occupied--some not--a few got-a-lots and quite a few aint-got-nothings, then there was a ferry ride over to Mustang Island and we ended up next to JIm and Linda from close to Kingston, Ontario, Can., a spot Ann and I visited during a sailboat rendezvous a few years back. Small world. This small world business is a reality. Everywhere we go we meet someone who has a connection --an awareness--of something/someone we know. It just so happens that Jim and Linda had spent the winter in Mexico, north of Mexico City and loved it. Tomorrow we'll find out the specifics about their Mexico winter. Hummm....
Monday, March 17, 2014
TOO DANG COLD....still
March 17, 2014...still
Split from Clarko St. Pk., Quitman, Miss. & pointed the nose for Natchez, Miss. St.Pk.. Had lunch in Bude, Miss. amongst a lot of forlorn looking folks just out of church. The countryside from Bude to Natchez was rolling pine covered hills, an occasional big farm and church after church after church--seemingly the most prosperous business in these parts. Approaching Natchez we took a wrong turn down a dirt road with no place to turn around & shades of the movie, Deliverance-- what with all the local fellows leaning over their pickup beds and giving us the evil eye: Two seniors in an egg-shaped pod of a camper ain't something one sees down in the boonies--this, I get. Finally found a turn around spot of sorts & bogged down in the mud but managed to come about. Our Natchez camping spot last night was muddy but we met some neat folks: a couple even older than us from Wis. who were bemoaning their return home & a second couple heading home to western N.Y. who were also a bit long faced. They'd been to Big Bend like us and were perhaps even more enamored of this 880,000 acre marvel than we are. These folks gave us a camping spot tip down on Mustang Island on the northern tip of Padre Island, Tex., on the Gulf, off- shore from Corpus Christi. Really hankering some short britches, a Tee-shirt and some shrimp. Before splitting for Mustang Island we're spending two nights at Martin Di'es St. Pk. outside of Jasper,Tex. Great spot right next to a cyprus filled lake. All around are the tall, tall pines. We'll rest here till early Wednesday and then blast off for the Gulf. Yippeeeeee!!!!!
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