Sunday, October 3, 2010

Texas Bound Shocks August 3, 2010

The journey to San Angelo has not been without moments of exictment surrounded by hours of uneventful driving.

The first was near Robertsdale, Alabama when we pulled in to buy diesel and had to pay $3.04 a gallon. Quite a shock when we had been paying $2.70 to $2.84 a gallon.

The second was in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Frank was getting tired, "Big Guy" needed a fuel stop and we needed to get up and stretch some to get the kinks out. So while we were in that really relaxed state looking for a filling station there was a big "WHAM". We had just been clobbered by a Fed EX truck. Actually he ran into the drivers side mirror. EJ and I were sitting at a traffic light minding our own business when the incident occurred. Because of the shock of having our peaceful reverie interrupted, the crash sounded much worse than it really was. Turns out there was no damage, but the Fed Ex guy never apologized. He swore that he never left his lane. Funny how a 24,00 pound motorhome can be at a standstill, jump in front of a Fed Ex truck, get hit, then jump back into it's own lane and nobody notices. Needless to say, with all that adrenalin pumping,Frank was no longer tired.

The further west we drove that hotter it got. We were seeing temps well into the 100's. Looks like that repaired generator is going to get a workout on this trip.

We arrived at Bill's(Frank's Dad) place about 5:45pm and Terry (Frank's brother), Joy, and Bill came out to see the RV. It was the first time they had seen it in person.

A Sad Texas Journey August 1, 2010

It's a sad trip we begin. Frank's mother passed away on July 19, 2010 and we are on our way to be with his Dad and prepare for the memorial service. Her health had been failing for the last several months partially brought on by a series of mini-strokes. She passed away in her sleep that night. The service is to be held August 5th so that gives 3 days to get to San Angelo and 1 day to prepare for the service. We have pictures to prepare, scrapbooks to assemble, and speeches to write. Even though we had been mentally preparing for this since May, you're still not prepared when it actually happens.