We left Harlingen
yesterday (March 26th), planning to arrive in San Diego on April 5th. This gives us 11 days
to get there, about twice what we need, so we decided to meander our way west,
stopping along the way for a day or two, here and there, if something looks
interesting. Yesterday we got 350 miles and stopped in Fredericksburg , Texas
for two nights. Our original intention was to take a day to play golf at the 18-hole
golf course attached to the RV Park where we are staying. But unbeknownst to
us, today was set aside for a high school golf tournament, so we weren't able
to get a tee time. Instead, we took advantage of the Ladybird Johnson Live Oak
Nature Trail, also on the park grounds, and were treated to beautiful birds, lazy
streams, blossoming trees, and winding trails through a butterfly habitat,
riparian woodlands, and meadows of blooming blue bonnets (lupine). The trail
abuts the golf course we couldn't play on, and you might notice how forlorn and
wistful Dan looks as he studies the course in the picture below. I think he
enjoyed the hike anyway! J
In 2007 Dan and I retired from work, hitched our 5th wheel to our truck, and hit the road. We are full time RV'ers so we take our home with us everywhere we go. We live by the credo "Home Is Where You Park It" and we have found Home in many an awesome setting! I created this blog to track our adventures as we travel around the US, Canada, and Mexico. Two of our goals include visiting all the State Capitals and as many of the Baseball Parks as possible, with everything else we can fit in between!
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Heading West: First Stop Fredericksburg, Texas
The day finally arrived when it was time
to leave Harlingen , Texas to start heading west. Having already
voiced my opinion on Deep South Texas ,
you probably won't be surprised to hear that I was more than ready to leave.
But no matter where you are, after you spend four months in one spot, you do
end up forming attachments. In our case, old friendships were renewed, and new
friendships made; the friendly staff in our favorite Mexican restaurant knew
what we wanted without having to ask; we had bonded with the local golf course.
In subtle ways, Harlingen ,
like everywhere else we stay, had taken on shades of "home". So even
though we were both more than ready to move on, there was still just a twinge
of sadness when it came time to say goodbye.
Labels:
Fredericksburg,
Golf,
Hiking,
March 2013,
Texas,
Wildflowers
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