Daily Archives: February 17, 2011
Boobs and Bubbles . . .
This morning started with one of Gina’s great cranberry muffins, toasted and slathered with butter. Just fantastic!
I had gone out last night and taken down the sat dish, so we didn’t have a lot to do this morning, just unhook power, water and grey water drain.
As soon as I went outside this morning, the deer came running, apparently thinking I was Jan. But she did get a large group when she came out a little later.
We left Lake Pointe RV Park in Canyon Lake about 8:15 after stopping at the office to check out and pay our electric bill of $12.60. All sites are plus electric, but $12.60 is not bad for 5 days.
We had a great time visiting our friend Gina and look forward to seeing her again next year.
Rather than take the most direct route to I-10W, we took the scenic route up thru Fredericksburg and out US 290 to intersect I-10 about 25 miles east of Junction, TX.
The first thing we noticed was Texas’ enlightened view of speed limits out here in west Texas. Of course since I normally set the speed control in the rig on 55, it doesn’t help me much. But it is nice to dream.
We got to Junction, where we planned to eat lunch, a little before 11am, and parked right down the street from Isaak Restaurant
We had picked Isaak’s because it was listed in Texas Monthly as one of the best small town café’s in Texas, and we thought we’d give it a try. And Texas Monthly was right. It was really good.
When we plan on stopping at a place in a town I use Google Maps and Google Street View to find out what rig-sized parking area are available, and so far it’s always worked out.
Leaving the restaurant and walking back to the rig we saw this Deer Horn Tree. I guess it makes sense that the building right behind it is a deer processing business.
Then right outside Bakersfield (TX, not CA) we saw this. Jan immediately said “Look, it’s Boob Mountain. (God, I love this woman!)
And she was almost right. It’s called Squawteat Peak. Probably not exactly PC, but certainly not only ones around.
In August 2009 we were in the Bar Harbor, ME area on our way to Nova Scotia and Newfoundland, and saw this.
Officially they’re called ‘The Bubbles’. But guess what the locals call them?
And don’t even get me started on ‘The Grand Tetons’. Just because it’s French doesn’t mean it’s not naughty. Or maybe that’s why.
About an hour or so out of Balmorhea, I started the diesel generator so we could run the roof air conditioners, since it was getting pretty warm in the coach. It was 85 there today, warmer than we’ve been used to for a while.
We arrived at the Saddleback Mountain RV Park a little before 5pm, checked in, and got set up.
It’s a nice little park, in a desolate sort of way, but a great deal at $10 for full hookups with Passport America.
Tomorrow we have a much shorter drive of about 240 miles to Las Cruces, NM, a lot better than the 370 miles today.
More tomorrow from Las Cruces.
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Thought for the Day:
“If women don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy. If you can’t be either, be rich enough to pay someone to fix things.” – Red Green
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