Never been here before. We’ve already satisfied our mission of going to state parks we haven’t been to yet.
Look how far north we are. It’s ten degrees cooler today. Very comfortable except for the very hottest part of the day. We like it here. It’s totally uncrowded, but we could only get one night. Long holiday weekend coming up. It’s booked.
Got that nice southern Spanish moss.
The black vultures like it too.
That’s the word I was looking for a couple days ago. No matter how nice it is where we are, if we stay there a really long time and every day starts to feel the same, I get lethargic. It gets hard to get motivated.
Well, enough of that. We packed up the bus this morning and headed north. Maybe it will be cooler. Maybe not. It doesn’t even matter, it’s just time. We’re not really going anywhere, we’re just going. First night out, Goliad State Park and Historical Site. A 300 year-old old mission on the property.
And not to worry, while making a tour of Texas State Parks, we can be safe, socially distanced, and masked.
And a Sandpipers Sunset.
Our neighbor Marilyn is doing well. She talks and laughs with Buddy on the phone every day. She’s a Wonder Woman. They moved her out of intensive care upstairs to rehab today. She’ll have to stay there for a couple weeks.
This car sucks! It’s a 2014 model, but it refuses to get old. It still looks and feels brand new. It doesn’t take any maintenance save the occasional tire rotation. It drives great. I stop for gas once or twice a month. It holds 11 gallons. It costs less than $20 to fill it up.
How am I ever going to justify trading this in so I can get an electric car? I can’t do it because the car is old and worn out; that may never happen. I can’t do it to save the planet because of 11 gallons of fuel. Darn this car!
It’s hot. The weather doesn’t change from day to day; well, unless there is a hurricane. It cools off to 80 degrees at night, then it’s back to about a hundred again by afternoon. I still walk every day, but I’m only good for about a mile in this heat.
Especially with the Coronavirus distancing, each day seems about the same as the last. Morning coffee on the deck (always a delight), watch the morning birds while enjoying the coffee ritual. Work, errands, chores, Spanish, trip report, dinner, television, rub feet, and we’re done. Don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t suck at all.
We think about taking a driveabout in the bus, just because we can, and the bus is ready, but at a hundred degrees outside, the house air conditioning can handle the heat better than the motorhome air conditioning can. We’ll wait a few more weeks before we go anywhere. Then we can visit a few State Parks. There are plenty here in Texas we haven’t been to yet if we get a couple hundred miles away from home. A State Park tour shouldn’t compromise our dedication to the distancing regimen.
Saw a rufous hummingbird at our feeder this morning.
