|This morning, we headed out from Conroe to San Antonio. We said our goodbyes last night as Len and Betty had Bella’s swim meet to attend early this AM. Before we left, Maryann managed to get some good pix of the family of armadillos that live in Len’s yard. This is the first time either of us has seen one that was alive.
Bella, one of Len and Betty’s granddaughters, is a really sweet and observant kid. She said that I look just like a skinny Nonno; just a little taller. She should go into politics: when Len heard that, she said he wasn’t fat, just that I was skinny – smart kid. For those of you that wish you were Italian, Nonno means grandfather. And for those of you that don’t know, I look a lot like my brother: just thinner apparently.
It seems like we’re always facing a head wind and that it is uphill both ways. I’m pretty sure the second one is just my imagination.
We had dinner at Maryann’s cousin’s house. Tomorrow is the graduation. We’ll spend tomorrow night in San Antonio and head out to Ft. Stockton Monday morning. That’s about as far as I can drive on these “wonderful” roads in a day.
Fort Stockton is in the Permian Basin and in the middle of the oil boom. I hope we can get an RV site in town on short notice. Otherwise, we’ll be in a Walmart or truck stop with the generator running all night in order to keep the AC in operation.
The plan, at the moment, is to then head to Las Cruces for a night and then on to Tucson where we’ll tour the old Titan Missile silo outside of town. We’re thinking about a night at Kitt Peak Observatory to do some professional-grade stargazing. Perhaps we’ll spend a second day where we’ll look at national monuments in the area. We have no firm plan as of this writing.
From there, my best guess is Blythe for a one-night stop over, then possibly home on the 16th. But all that could change.