Sweet good byes

Did ya ever tell a loved one/friend/acquaintance good bye. I quit do'n that many years ago. Good byes are too final....like "been good know'n ya" and never see them again. Good byes should be left at the grave as the first shovel of dirt is tossed and ya walk away. I've said good bye too many times.

As the kids rounded up all their stuff, a sadness filled the air. It's been a wonderful week of holler'n and scream'n, hugs an' kiss's, talk'n an' silence. But all good things come to an end. It's time for old Billy Bob to hit the road again. The memories of this past week will be cherished forever....if I don't lose my freak'n mind. I think "that's all I have to say bout that". Adios and see ya later daughter (Angela), SiL (Matt) and grandkiddos (Kaitlyn, Nathan and Hannah). Love ya bunches......[this] much.

Got up this morn'n feel'n pretty darn snappy. That's a good sign ya know. It's a beautiful day for travel'n another two hunnert an' some miles. Ain't got a whole lot of stuff to do before hit'n the road, but I ain't gonna rush into it, that's for sure. Rush'n into stuff is for kids. Causes stress, heartburn, headaches and it's really a pain in the ass.

"da porch" time....sit back sip'n a cup an' think'n good thoughts.

11am.....well it's almost time to say "adios" to the Stephen F. Austin State Park again. This being my 4th trip here I should remember how to get back next year. Boy howdy, a year seems a long time but it goes by soooo fast as ya grow older.

Next stop will be Port Aransas, Texas. Right slap dab on the Gulf of Mexico.....itty bitty string bikinis and stuff like that.....fresh shrimps right off'n the boat, Old San Juan's sizzl'n fajitas....yum yum eat'em up. I'm think'n bout a week on the beach is all this old feller is gonna be able to handle. After liv'n on the "Island" for 18 years, it don't take long to see it all. Old school stuff. Been there done that kind'a stuff. Maybe I'll get a chance to catch me up some fish, get my "bubba boat" fixed, fix the dash air on "Sally da house", play a round of golf ball swak'n, visit a few old friends....you know, just every day tourist stuff. 

Ok.....I'm out of here....see ya down the road a piece.

4pm......
Well shoot, that didn't take long. Here I are sit'n side the road just past the Kennedy causeway bridge. That bridge is way up there cross'n over the ICW...intracoastal waterway. Eat'n me up a big ol' sammich while Sadie Mae is outside pee'n and poop'n. At least I suppose that what she do'n.

Got one more gas station to check out before I get to the island where I might be able to buy fuel. For the last hunnert mile, there was not one station I could pull this big thing (bout 55 feets long) into for fuel. Gas stations are not R/V friendly.

 Ok....crank 'em up and head 'em up......look out Port A, here come Billy Bob.

5:45pm.....that didn't take long neither. All set up in the County Park....right along side the Corpus Christi ship channel an' the beach is right over there. It hotter inside than out. Boy howdy, go figger that. 

Now it's lay back time....shut yer eyes and dream sweet nuttins. Oh wait, too late for a nap. How bout a fresh cup of coffee, go sit on "da porch" and breath in that salt air. Rust your lungs ya know. Along with the frame on your car, eat right through a paint job....salt has teeth....like a piranha fish.