Sunday, March 29, 2015

Bonneville Salt Flats

We started the Saturday afternoon of October 16, 2004 at the Wendover Nugget Casino and finally got our fill of casinos for a while. Translated, that means we need to accumulate more casino fun money before returning to another casino. We left midafternoon for lunch of leftover spaghetti in the RV. Leftover spaghetti is always good. Have I mentioned that Kathi is a good cook? Well, she is.

We talked to both boys on the phone in the evening. Christopher had just finished Humvee training. He did not like to drive when he was a teen ager and he had no interest in driving a Humvee after training. AJ was enjoying the coolness of San Francisco.

Sunday morning we decided to take a drive out to see the Bonneville Salt Flats. I had heard of people setting land speed records at Bonneville since I was in high school in Galena Park, Texas. There were no races going on, so we could drive and look. The racing area is a salt pan in Tooele County, Utah and is the remnant of the Pleistocene Lake Bonneville. The area is about 80 miles south and west of the Great Salt Lake, just north of I-80. The property is serviced by the Bureau of Land Management and is open to the public. You can drive on the salt flat for free when no racing events are scheduled. The salt pan is solid when it is dry, but you do need to pay attention to moisture. If you drive into wet salt, you get stuck and it is difficult to get unstuck.

There are many car and motorcycle clubs that schedule events at Bonneville. Everything was open and there were no fences, so we could not figure out how they collected entry fees. We drove on the flats for about 20 miles and everything looked the same, so we saw no purpose to go further.

A few years later we returned to Bonneville when a racing event was scheduled. We drove over just to see how they collected entrance fees – neither of us had any interest in seeing cars racing in the desert. They had set up temporary fencing and used 18 wheel trailers to keep patrons on a temporary road to the ticket seller who was working out of the back of a pickup truck. Simple and effective.

The next day we continued our drive east with intent on getting to Dickinson, Texas and our family before Thanksgiving. Of course our boys were in California and would not be with us for the holidays. Holiday seasons are nostalgic periods and the holidays I remember most were when our boys were home and each day started with just the four of us. I think those will forever be my favorite holiday memories.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Wendover and West Wendover

On October 11, 2004, we left the Winnemucca RV Park in Nevada and headed east on I-80 on a pleasant drive to the Wendover Nugget RV Park in Wendover, Utah. October has a lot of great weather in most of the country and the driving weather for this journey was no exception. The trip was about 225 miles. Checking in to this RV Park was interesting. You had to go to the hotel cashier upstairs at the Wendover Nugget Casino Hotel to check into the RV Park. The RV Park was owned by a different company, so they would only accept cash for RV parking. The first night was free and subsequent nights were about $15. We appreciated the cost because we were probably averaging $26 per day for parking.

We stayed at this park several times over the next few years until about 2011 when Shell bought the property and built a Shell station and made a big-rig parking lot out of the space where the RV Park used to be. I mentioned a casino and everyone knows that there is no gambling in Utah – not even lottery. Wendover is in Utah and West Wendover is in Nevada. All of the casinos are west of the state line on the West Wendover side.

We went back into the Wendover Nugget Casino and ate the buffet for dinner. We were tired when we sat down to eat, but we got rejuvenated over dinner and felt like spending a little time playing slot machines. The machines drained our money pretty steadily for a while, then I hit a small jackpot that brought us back to even. That felt like a great time to break for the day, so we returned to the motorhome for some sleep.

We spent the next morning driving around the city in the cool weather. There was not much to see, except desert. We were through sightseeing before noon and returned to the Wendover Nugget for more slot play. We did not have much luck so we went home early and had grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.

The next morning we caught up with our laundry in the morning and we walked over to the Montego Bay Casino in the afternoon. The casino is across the street from the Wendover Nugget and had been newly remodeled. They had a lot of chrome and blue lights – really eye-catching. Obviously they set the slot machines to recover the money spent remodeling. The slots were not fun at all. We decided to eat the buffet for a late lunch or early dinner. The food was okay and the desserts were great. I do not think there is any level ground in the city – it felt like we were walking uphill each direction. I am sure the problem was a lack of fitness on our part as we got winded easily.

We took the next day off and Kathi made meatloaf and mashed potatoes. I always enjoy Kathi’s cooking and I guess she does too. I usually get most of the meatloaf and she has only a small helping of the main dish and eats mostly vegetables. The following day we tried the Rainbow Casino. I guess we were feeling obligated to leave some money everyplace in town. We had a good lunch at the buffet. I think the Rainbow had the best buffet for this trip.

Next post: Bonneville Salt Flats

Monday, March 23, 2015

Around Reno and Winnemucca

On September 30, 2004, Kathi and I took a drive around Reno to see the city and surrounding area. We did no exploring the last time we were in Reno and now the weather was too great to stay inside. After driving for a few hours and passing so many fun looking casinos, we decided it was time to pick up our easy money at the Peppermill. After two or three hours, we agreed that we had missed “easy money” day at the Peppermill and decided to call it a day and return later for our “easy money.”

The next morning we had a good time playing video poker at the Atlantis Casino. I guess I should not be surprised that I recall more about the inside of casinos than I recall about the city of Reno. I do remember passing under the sign that claimed Reno was the biggest little city in the world. I guess that is like a rapper calling himself Biggie Small. It sounds cute, but the phrase and the name cannot possibly be accurate. Who cares – we were in Reno on our country wide RV tour. We made a little money last a long time and it was dinnertime when we left the casino. Red Lobster dining made a fine finish to the day.

We spent the next two days staying around the RV and planning our route back to Texas. When we left Nevada we planned on going through Utah and New Mexico before entering Texas. We had over 1,500 miles and a lot of diesel to go through to get home in time for Thanksgiving. The more time we spend on the road the more we appreciate slow and steady traveling, rather than rushing from one place to another and short stays at each stop.

Satellite receivers on Mt. Winnemucca

A desert view of dunes and mountains

Transmission towers on Mt. Winnemucca
On October 4th we took a pleasant 15 mile drive east in I-80 to Winnemucca, Nevada. We stayed at the Winnemucca RV Park and planned to stay for about a week. We stayed in for the evening and went to bed with the air conditioner running. When we woke the next morning it was 54 degrees and we needed a little heat inside. We spent the day cleaning the motorhome. Kathi cleaned the woodwork inside and I cleaned the bugs off the front end cap and windshield. Even with the chemicals for bug and tar remover, it still feels like a lot of work to me. I suspect losing fifty pounds might help, but I will have to find out at a later date.

On October 7th we drove around the town enjoying the cool temperatures and gorgeous mountain views. We stopped at the Red Lion Casino and stayed only a short time. Neither of us liked the casino and it probably had something to do with watching the slots absorb our cash. With no fun casinos and having seen most of everything in town, we were ready to move along, but we paid for a week and still had a few days to go.

On October 9th we drove to the top of Mt. Winnemucca where we had a view of the whole town. The mountain views were spectacular – what fun. The wind was blowing hard and it was cold outside, so we spent little time out of the car. We stopped by the Model T Casino on the way home and actually had fun with the slot machines for a few hours. We stayed late for us and got home after eleven – another fun day to remember. 

A view of the town from the top of Mt. Winnemucca

Another town view from the mountains.

Friday, March 20, 2015


On September 17, 2004, Kathi and I arrived at the Klamath Falls KOA in Klamath Falls, Oregon where we planned to spend a week. Our oldest son AJ was on his own walking the streets of San Francisco and enjoying the great weather there. Our youngest son, Christopher was in the Marine Corps stationed at Twentynine Palms, California. Christopher and fellow Marine, Andrew Harris were going to share a ride to the Marine Corps Ball in Las Vegas in November and Kathi made reservations for them. AJ was exhilarated with the fresh air and freedom he was enjoying, Christopher and Andrew were jubilant with anticipation about the ball and Kathi was loving being in the mountains with me and sharing the excitement with the boys. Me, I always feel good and I was happy the rest of the family felt good too, especially in my circumstance of being an RV traveler and visiting new locations while driving through the mountains.

After a week exploring Klamath Falls, Kathi and I were both ready to move along to our next stop in Reno, Nevada. We had been to Reno once before when Shell Chemical Company sent me to the Ralston Purina manufacturing and packaging facility in Sparks, Nevada to see their team building procedures. We stayed at the Silver Legacy Hotel and Casino and while I went with the Shell delegation to Sparks, Kathi explored the casino to find the most fun possible. It was a fun trip for all involved.

Now seven years later we were returning to Reno in retirement and driving a forty foot RV. We had a great drive to Reno and going around a mountain road, we came upon a cattle drive. There were about one hundred steers and six cowboys herding cows around us. The weather was great, the sunshine was bright and the air was warmer than Oregon, but still cool and the cow herders made it even cooler for us. I turned off our diesel engine and we just sat watching, until a cowboy rode over and asked us to move forward slowly and assured us the cows would steer themselves around us. It left us with a memory that stills seems fresh in our minds.

Nevada Cattle Drive

See the Shadow of our Alfa behind the cattle drive.

After the great drive we enjoyed getting to the Silver Sage RV Park in Reno. The RV Park was across the street from the Peppermill Spa Resort Casino. A casino within walking distance was tempting, but we planned on resisting the temptation for a few days. The RV next door was a Prevost that looked like it was made of stainless steel. I am sure it was not because of the weight, but it was nice. It looked great and the owner was still outside wiping it down with a dust mop. I was trying to stop a water leak on our Alfa and when I got the issue resolved I walked over to talk to our neighbor and he admitted his rig was already clean, but he needed something to do while his wife was at the casino. He claimed she went over every day and came home with more money than she left with, so she was in no hurry to move.

I was hesitant to tell Kathi this news, because she loves the casino atmosphere and I was afraid I would have to spend the rest of my life dust mopping our RV. In the sense of full disclosure, I told her and I could tell it was a struggle to resist the urge to walk right over to the Peppermill to pick up some of their easy money, but we settled for a short drive around town.

Next post – “Around Reno”.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

More Flowers on Polk

I woke up this morning and it was drizzling rain and overcast and I was dreading another dreary day at the Green Caye RV Park in Dickinson, Texas. Then to my surprise, about eleven this morning the sun burst through and it looked like a beautiful day again. I should not be surprised, because it is winter in Texas and change is routine. My dread of global warming cooled with the sunshine. It does not make sense to me either, but that was what I thought.

Azaleas & Petunias
Azaleas in bloom and Black eyed Susans

I may have mentioned that a few months ago I was looking for a picture on my computer and could not find it. We still had some photo albums in the basement, but I thought I had uploaded all of them. To my surprise I was wrong. When we went through the photos before it appears I cherry picked the ones for uploading, leaving a lot behind. Since then I have been reviewing our pictures to assure I get them all scanned into my computer. There is still some work to do.

Hibiscus amidst Yellow-bells

Gerbera Daisies and Jasmine

Mixed bed
Yesterday I ran across some pictures of flower beds at our house on Polk Lane in Deer Park, Texas. My wife Kathi and our youngest son, Christopher spent a lot of time digging beds and planting flowers. We had a college student and friend named Eric that we paid to maintain our yard for a while and yesterday Kathi reminded me that Eric had bought landscape timbers and helped dig and build some flower beds for her.

Kathi's Jungle Look

More Jungle

Kathi was really proud of her flowers, so today, I am going to post a few more of the pictures taken of the yard before we sold the house to buy a motorhome. You can look in the archive at my previous post “Flowers on Polk Lane” posted on September 14, 2014. I have enough pictures that another post displaying the flowers will happen at a future date.

Morning Glory's

Two mixed beds

Another view of Hibiscus and Yellow-bells

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Klamath Falls

We spent most of July, August and half of September of 2004 in California making several trips between Twentynine Palms and San Francisco visiting our two sons. In the middle of September, it was getting close to the cutoff time to return to the Houston, Texas area, if we were going to be there by Thanksgiving. Kathi’s mother was still living at the time and Kathi liked to be home with her mother during the holidays.

At the time I was not sure if we would be back in the northern California and southern Oregon area in the near future and I wanted to see the falls in Klamath Falls, Oregon. So I talked Kathi into a small diversion. Before we sold our house we had a next door neighbor that had worked for a paper company as a fire fighter in the Klamath forest. He made the place sound breathtaking and since we both enjoy water falls, we did made the diversion north from the San Francisco Area to stop by Klamath Falls before returning to Texas.

We arrived at the Mountain Gate RV Park in Redding, California on September 14th. We got set up in their park and found our roof top Motosat internet satellite dish would not pick up the internet because we had a tree between us and the satellite. The RV Park manager let us move to another space that was free of trees and in the glare of the sun. It was obvious we were no longer in the Bay Area, because it was hot.

The drive to Redding was beautiful with lots of evergreen trees along the route. While we were in Redding, we took a drive to see Lake Shasta and the Lake Shasta Dam. Lake Shasta appeared turquoise in color and was surrounded by green mountains and covered with a clear blue sky. A great sight to see.

On September 17th we had another beautiful drive with a lot of green mountains and winding roads with streams alongside. We finally got to Klamath Falls and stayed at the Klamath Falls KOA. It turns out the Klamath Falls is on the Klamath River south of the Upper Klamath Lake and not in the Klamath National Forest, which  is about fifty miles to the west of Klamath Falls.

We were disappointed about missing the forest, but thought we would see the waterfalls anyway and asked around trying to find them. Most of the people we asked did not know what we were talking about. It turned out the falls had been moved out of town and up the river. The locals were really not interested in them. Not to be deterred, we went north to find the falls. It appeared to us to be more like river rapids than falls, but who cares. We got to see some sights to remember.

Unfortunately this was soon after I lost my camera near the General Sherman Tree in the Sequoia National Forest, so I have no pictures to share of Redding, Lake Shasta or Klamath Falls. Hopefully we will make it back there some day and get a second chance for some photos.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Cracker Barrel

A reminder to readers of the blog: Kathi and I have been traveling in our RV since the summer of 2003. For the last few years we have spent end of year holidays in Texas with family, followed by doctor and dental appointments for annual checkups. We normally get blood tests done every six months while on the road and have results sent to our doctors for review. We have been spending summers on the Oregon Coast boondocking in casino parking lots.

This year we had some family business to take care of and Kathi’s brother Larry Clark has Leukemia, so we are staying close to support his family and help him overcome the Leukemia treatment. We are currently staying at the Green Caye RV Park in Dickinson, Texas. While we are stationary I have been posting stories of previous RV adventures. Today’s post is current time.

My sister Carol and her husband Lloyd are also staying at Green Caye. They are also busy with four grandchildren and we try to get together when we can to catch up on family events.

Last Saturday Carol, Lloyd, Kathi and I ate at Cracker Barrel on I-45 South. Kathi and I have eaten at so many Cracker Barrel’s across the country that we know the menu by heart – at least what we like to eat on their menu. Carol does not care for Cracker Barrel, but it was Lloyd’s turn to choose a restaurant and he chose one they have not been to for a while.

The Cracker Barrel was packed and we had to wait about ½ hour before being seated. That gave us plenty of time to browse the country store. Then, we were finally called to a table and placed our orders. Carol had baked fish, Lloyd had chopped steak, Kathi had roast beef and I had the country fried steak. I had corn, green beans and mashed potatoes for side orders.

In my opinion, everything was okay, but not great. That is possibly because I have eaten there too often and it may be more about me than it is about them. One thing that was definitely different was the green beans. For years Cracker Barrel green beans have had a bacon grease flavor and for the first time, the ones on Saturday did not.

We enjoyed lunch and enjoyed the conversation.

The last time the four of us were together was at their 50th wedding anniversary party. Lloyd has a large family and some of them we have not seen since the wedding 50 years ago. The party was hosted by their youngest son, Cameron and his wife Carey. The get together was well-attended and made a fun outing.

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Cracker Barrel front porch
Flowers in front

Rocking chairs for sale.

Specialty Rocking Chairs
Merchandise inside country store

Animal figures and dolls

Dresses for little girls

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Adventures of a Toad

We spent the month of May 2005 in various spots in Montana enjoying the mountains, enjoying life and enjoying each other. The mountains were fun everywhere we have seen them. On May 30, 2005 we pulled into the Bear Canyon RV Park in Bozeman, Montana. Our normal practice when we arrive at a new RV park is that Kathi goes inside to register us and I stay outside and unhook our tow vehicle. When driving the Blue Ox tow bar locks in the extended position, which puts pressure on the pins holding the tow bar to the motorhome. I usually leave the Cavalier in neutral so I can move it a little to ease the pressure on the pins to separate the two vehicles.

I followed my normal procedure and as soon as I pulled the second pin the Cavalier started rolling backward. I decided to open the door and jump in the driver’s seat and put on the brake. The car was picking up speed and I could not crouch low enough and quick enough, then a vision flashed through my mind of being knocked down by the open driver’s door and run over by the front wheel. I did not like the picture in my mind so I went to plan B.

I dashed back to the back of the car to get behind it, all the while it was gaining momentum. Just as I got to the driver’s side rear fender I got another vision of being knocked down by the car and getting ran over by the rear wheel and being dragged a few feet by the low undercarriage before getting run over by the front wheel. On to Plan C.

While I was thinking about Plan C, I watched our cavalier crash through a barb wire fence, go over the side of the mountain into a field where I could see roofs of houses across the field. Plan C turned out to be “hold your breath” while I had another vision seeing the Cavalier crash through the roof of a house”. 

The Cavalier went out of sight and I waited for it to come into view near the houses and it did not appear. I walked down the hill which seemed to have more incline than it did when I started unhooking the car. I got to the edge and looked over and there was the grill of my Cavalier looking up at me. It was right over the edge of the cliff hung up on a post from the barbed wire fence.

I navigated the barbed wire, got in the car, backed up to a more level spot in the field got out to look. My right front fender was hanging by a thread so I jerked it loose and put it in the trunk. I spotted a place in the barbed wire fence where the top stand of wire was missing, so I drove over the bottom wire and got back on the road and drove back up to where our RV was parked. I was still surveying the damage and Kathi came out and asked what I was doing. I think I forget to mention that she always admonishes me to put the emergency brake on when I am unhooking our tow vehicle. After my explanation, she just shook her head and got in to move to our RV parking site.

We spent a week longer than we planned in Bozeman driving a rental car while our Cavalier was repaired. This is the first time I have told this story without being embarrassed. I have used up all my embarrassment tokens on this issue.

Friday, March 6, 2015


Many RV travelers refer to their tow vehicles as Toads. I normally do not use this terminology, but it may seem appropriate for the next two posts. When I retired from Shell Chemical Company in June 2003, I had a Chevy pickup truck and Kathi drove a Chevy Cavalier. After we bought our motorhome there was no way we could keep three vehicles, so since the motorhome was now our home it had to stay for sure. The Cavalier was towable and light, so it made sense to keep it as our tow vehicle.

I really loved my red truck and had driven it for several years and it was paid for. So for a lot of reason I hated to get rid of it. Mostly I loved to drive it, because it fit me. When I got into the truck I stepped up and when I exited the truck, I stepped down. There was plenty of room in the cab for Kathi and I, so when we drove, the truck was our preferred vehicle. I hated to let it go, but it had to go.

Two of our previous vehicles stayed around a long time, so it did not surprise anyone that I had an attachment for my truck. I had a red Volkswagen Beetle that I drove for fifteen years and we had a red Ford Pinto we drove for almost the same period of time. I still get a lot of kidding from my youngest son Chris about the Pinto. I guess he did not appreciate it as much as I did. We did not put a lot of mileage on our vehicles since we used them to get to and from work and taking kids to various events. It appears that all my favorite vehicles were red, but we did have a white Volkswagon, a white Buick and a Black Ford Crown Victoria. I liked all of them but the red ones stand out in my mind. Kathi would not consider a red RV.

We sold my pretty red Chevrolet pickup truck to our nephew, Wes for $500. We knew it was worth more, but we needed to get rid of it and he needed something to drive, so the deal was done. A few days later we got a call from Wes and he had taken the truck to get a new inspection sticker and it failed inspection. It did not seem right for Kathi and I to sell a truck that could not pass inspection, so he brought the truck back to me to get the problem solved.

I took the truck to McBroom’s Garage on Center St. in Deer Park and found it needed a new catalytic convertor. I always appreciated the quality of work at McBroom’s, but I also thought the prices were too high. But things had to progress, so we could hit the road. There were a couple of other small charges for incidental things and the bill came to near $600. In other words, it cost us about $100 to sell our truck. Since we were full time RV travelers, we put those kind of incidental thought out of our mind and hit the road towing our Cavalier.

Do not miss my next post “Adventures of a Toad”. You will love it.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Around Las Cruces, NM

I mentioned in my last post that we stayed a couple of days at the Sunny Acres RV Park in Las Cruces, New Mexico in November 2003. Since my last post was about a fast trip from Twentynine Palms, California to Dickinson, Texas, I did not take enough time to do justice to some of the areas we passed through. Las Cruces is one of them.

Las Cruces translates to “City of the Crosses”. The city deserves a lot more attention than I gave it last time. Population is about 100,000 people and it is the county seat of Dona Ana County. Las Cruces is a very well kept city with a lot of beautiful adobe homes with mountains in the backdrop. We have returned to Las Cruces many times since that first visit and it is a pleasure every time.

A mountain view on the outskirts of Las Cruces.

Beautiful tree with white blooms in Las Cruces.
There are many restaurants in town but our favorite Mexican cuisine is at Pepe’s at the intersection of North Valley Drive and West Picacho Avenue. It is about ¼ mile from Sunny Acres RV Park. The cheese enchiladas are good, but I prefer the quesadillas.

On the south side of town is Mesilla Old Town that is a historic Mexican Village. Population is about 2,000. The adobe homes are small and the streets are narrow, normally only wide enough for one car. It is fun to drive through and look at the architecture, surrounded by the beautiful mountains. Mexican restaurants surround the town square and I remember a barbecue restaurant in the area. We prefer the restaurants in Las Cruces to the ones in Mesilla, but our thinking is probably price driven. I thought the prices were high compared to the same quality of food available in Las Cruces. Mesilla also has hotels and bed and breakfasts available for tourist’s enjoyment.

Las Cruces is a good home base to visit the White Sands National Park. Leave Las Cruces going north on I-25 and turn east on US 70 across the San Andres Mountains and you are in the desert near the Holloman Air Force Base. The military uses the White Sands Missile Range to test weapons. When weapons are being tested the park and park road access is closed to the public. The White Sands National Park is about 10 miles southeast of Alamogordo, New Mexico.

Notice footprints in the sand. The wind erases them overnight.

An old fence that seems to have no purpose.

People seem to be fascinated by climbing the dunes.

I like seeing the little ones climb the dunes.

Picnic tables

We enjoyed driving through the park, but every time we have been there it has been an overcast day, so not perfect for pictures. It is still worth the opportunity to view the pure white sand dunes and surrounding areas.

We have also used Las Cruces as a home base for a drive east to Carlsbad Caverns, about 100 miles away. We went down the elevator shaft to the caverns and I took many flash pictures and almost none of them came out. You need a lot more light to capture the beauty and enormity of the caverns. After walking about an hour, both Kathi and I were tired and headed back to the elevator. It felt like a longer walk on the return than it did during the leisurely stroll viewing the sites going into the cavern. An interesting thing we found out is that they had to move the parking lot from over the top of the caverns because it diverted water seeping through the rock which curtailed growth of stalactites and stalagmites. People have a lot of impact on our world.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Back to 29 and Beyond

On November, 4, 2003, we left the Boulder Creek RV Park and Lone Pine behind planning to spend a few weeks with our youngest son stationed at the Marine Air Ground Combat Center in Twentynine Palms, California. We made an overnight stop at the Barstow Calico KOA in Yermo, California and continued on to Twentynine Palms the next morning. We checked in at the 29 Palms Golf Resort and RV Park where we had stayed a month before.

We picked our son up at the base and found out he only had one night free and he had to return at five am the next morning for a two week field training exercise. He was in the artillery, so that meant an opportunity to fire the big guns and he was looking forward to that. We had a nice afternoon and evening together and got up at 3:30 am the next morning to take him back to base.

We spent a couple of days more in Twentynine Palms. We could hear the howitzers firing in the daytime and saw flashes of shell explosions in the evening. They were far enough away that the sounds were muffled and we only saw light reflections off the clouds. It was fun, but not worth staying two more weeks in the desert with nothing else to do, so we started our trip back to Texas for the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.

We headed west on California Highway 62 through Joshua Tree, Yucca Valley and the Morongo Valley and hit I-10 east near Palm Springs. Our next stop was the Country Life RV Park in El Centro, California. We were in travel mode again, staying only one or two nights at each stop. In Arizona we spent the night at Campground Buena Terra in Casa Grande and Alaskan RV Park in Bowie. Onward to New Mexico for a stop at the Sunny Acres RV Park in Las Cruces.

Mountains near Las Cruces, New Mexico

A nice motorhome at the Shady Acres RV Park

Community in Las Cruces
Then we were back in Texas and everyone knows it takes a long time to get across Texas. We hit the Eagle’s Nest in Van Horn, a park I do not remember the name of in Midland, then to the Cowtown RV Park in Aledo. I’d like to provide more detail, but the trip was a blur in my mind and it still is today. I am glad we slowed down after a few years travelling.

We finally got near Houston and spent the night at Haven’s Landing in Conroe. The next day, we drove to the Bayside RV Park in Bacliff and spent a week waiting for a spot to open at the Green Caye RV Park in Dickinson on December 2nd, where we would spend the next month.

Ducks at Green Caye

Another Green Caye resident 
For the past twelve years, we have gone back to the Houston area for end of year holidays, family events and visitation with friends and relatives. We normally leave town after we catch up with all our doctor visits. We usually head out again somewhere between January 15th and April 1st, ready for our next adventure.

This year will be our first exception since we have been travelling. This year we will stay in Texas to help my brother in law, Larry Clark recover from Leukemia. He is currently in remission and building up strength for a bone marrow transplant.