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Travelogue:
Texas, June and July 2013
By Roger W.
Reini
This is the story of my trip to Texas in June and July 2013.
It could have been the story of a cruise to Mexico, as well.
Therein lies a story.
Navigation: Amarillo
| Fort Davis | San Antonio
| Webster | Spring | Galveston
| Austin | Return to Michigan
Foreword: The Trip That Could Have Been
In 2012, the members of my high school graduating class (Clear
Creek HS, class of 1981) decided to do something special for the
year in which many of its members would turn 50. A cruise out of
Galveston looked like a suitable special event. We decided it
should be in June, when school had let out and the most people
would be available. We decided on a 5-night cruise to the
Yucatan Peninsula (Progreso and Cozumel) on Carnival.
Actually, there was no choice when it came to Carnival; they
were the only line sailing from Galveston in June. We who were
going put down our deposits and awaited mid-June for our voyage
on the Carnival Triumph.
Then came February 10, the day a fire in the engine room on the
Triumph put the ship out of commission -- no electricity, no
refrigeration, no air conditioning, and no water pressure.
There were horror stories of toilets that no longer worked, of
sewage pooling in some decks, of people forced to use bags for
relieving themselves. Some on the cruise reported that
conditions weren’t anywhere as bad as that; perhaps not, but
maybe those passengers were in a better location on the
ship. My cabin was to have been on the interior of deck 1,
which I suspect would have been one of the worse locations. Once
the vessel was towed to Mobile, Alabama, cruises for at least
the next two months were canceled while the ship was repaired,
cleaned and refitted. If that timetable were kept, our
cruise would be safe. But if that timetable slipped by two
months or more, our cruise would be canceled. For the next
several weeks, we waited. Some didn’t want to wait and
were thinking about canceling anyway. As for me, I stayed
with my original decision, for a while at least. There was
another cruise taking place a week later that was very appealing
to me, a cruise devoted to old-time radio that would sail from
New York to Bermuda and back. Under different circumstances, I
would really want to go on that cruise, but I ruled it out for
this year.
In March, our cruise had not been cancelled, but Carnival had
three more vessels undergo problems at sea or in port. None were
of the severity of the problems on the Triumph, but taken
together, they were either a streak of very bad luck or
symptomatic of serious problems at Carnival. Many who planned to
go were having second thoughts. So was I, frankly. And then, on
March 19, came word that the Triumph would now be out of service
until June 3. That was too close for comfort for me. And so, I
made the somewhat reluctant decision to cancel my reservation on
the cruise. I made it official on April 5, a few days after the
Triumph had suffered another mishap by breaking free of its
moorings during a storm. What would I do now? For a time, I
didn’t feel like driving to Texas at all; it seemed too long
behind the wheel to me. I had planned to visit my sister in
Virginia and possibly go whale watching in Cape May, New Jersey;
however, she said that it would not be a good time to visit.
Later in the summer might be better.
What would I do now? By this time, several weeks had passed, and
I was no longer averse to driving to Texas. I heard from my
friend Keith: when would I be coming back down for a visit, he
asked. He gave me a range of dates to avoid, as he and his
family would be out of town then. They didn’t coincide with the
dates I was planning to be on vacation. And then I was inspired
to visit parts of Texas I’d never visited that much, if at all.
I’d never been to the Panhandle, and I’d only been to west Texas
one time, possibly two. The one definite time was a business
trip to El Paso and Cd. Juárez in 1995. If Del Rio qualifies as
west Texas, then a business trip to Del Rio and Cd. Acuña in
1992 was the other time. And so, I made my plans.
The overall plan: spend three days in Amarillo, seeing the sites
around there. Then drive to Fort Davis and see some of the west
Texas sites around there. Next, take two days to reach Webster,
near my hometown, where I’d be staying for a week. After that,
head to Austin and spend several days with Keith and his family
before heading back to Detroit.
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Thursday June 13
I had done a little bit of packing earlier in the week. On
Wednesday, I lowered the rear seats to maximize the packing
area, and tonight, I started loading in a few items. Most of the
packing would take place tomorrow after I got home from work. It
had been a long day today, one made longer by the monthly
meeting of the Ford Amateur Radio League, a.k.a. the Tin Lizzy
Club, and I didn’t feel like packing that much this evening. But
I started to review the course materials for the two Wilmette
Institute courses I had signed up for earlier that evening.
Those courses wouldn’t begin for another month.
Friday June 14
Miles today: 201.6
Miles total: 201.6
As I had done for the past several years, I had bought a 6-game
mini-season ticket package for the Lansing Lugnuts. One of those
games was tonight. It was also the date I would leave town and
start heading for Texas. Now Lansing was a little bit out of the
way on a direct trip to Texas; it wasn’t ridiculously out of the
way, though. Would I forego the opportunity to see the game and
instead take the opportunity to get a few hours’ worth of
driving done? Or would I see the game as planned? Part of me
wanted to see the game, yet I knew that if I did, I’d be looking
at a very long drive on Saturday, some 700 miles. So I decided
to pass on the game and drive to Fort Wayne instead. I made a
reservation for the Hilton Garden Inn in Fort Wayne, and I was
all set for my first night’s stop.
The day started as an ordinary work day. On the way in to work,
I did my usual channel flipping, but I stopped for a while when
I heard “Chestnut Mare” by the Byrds on The Loft. I hadn’t heard
that for a while, and I enjoyed hearing it. I also had the ham
radio on, but I didn’t hear anybody on the air, not on our
club’s repeater. Work wasn’t terribly busy today; I spent most
of the day wrapping up open assignments as best I could, passing
information about ones I couldn’t wrap up to my boss. At 11:30,
one of our tape suppliers came in for a lunch meeting, which
went well. In the afternoon, things had slowed down for me to
the point where I wrapped up a little early and went home to
finish packing.
I needed to finish packing my laptop, my suitcase and carry-on,
and then I needed to load everything into the car. After all
that, I needed to install the bike rack and load my trike. This
went fairly quickly, and I was done with this by 2:50 or so.
There was one bill that needed to be mailed right away; I took
care of that. And so, at 2:55 PM, I hit the road.
The weather was sunny with scattered clouds as I drove west on
Ford Road. I was heading toward US 23, which I would take into
Ohio, home of cheaper gas than Michigan. Ford Road wasn’t very
busy, and neither was US 23. I was doing some flipping around
the satellite channels. Milan and Dundee passed by without
incident. Once I entered Ohio, I started looking for gas
stations in earnest, but none were super convenient to my path.
Now I wasn’t completely sure how I was going to head to Fort
Wayne, but I was inspired to give my EZ-Pass a workout and take
the Ohio Turnpike, and then the Indiana Toll Road, to I-69. I
knew the EZ-Pass worked on the Ohio Turnpike; my account is with
Ohio, in fact. In theory, it should work in Indiana, but I
wouldn’t know for sure until I tried. It had worked in
Pennsylvania and Virginia.
As I drove westward on the turnpike, I passed what looked to
have been the former site of a service plaza. I knew one was
ahead but not how far ahead, and my bladder was beginning to
complain. So I exited at the town of Delta and filled up the
Mariner before emptying my own tank, as it were. With that
settled, I got back under way and listened to “It’s Higgins,
Sir” on the RadioClassics channel. At the border with
Indiana, I learned that the EZ-Pass worked just fine there. At
the first service plaza in Indiana, I received some sticker
shock: gas was much higher on the Indiana Toll Road than it had
been in Ohio. It was higher than in Michigan, too. Since I’d
just filled up, this wasn’t a problem. Shortly thereafter,
I turned onto I-69 and started for Fort Wayne.
As I was driving down I-69, I saw a police car parked on the
right shoulder. I made sure I wasn’t speeding as I passed him.
Then I saw police cars with lights flashing on both shoulders;
that was unusual. Then traffic slowed to a near-halt. Something
was definitely going on! Cars moved in fits and starts;
eventually, everyone had to get into the right lane. Just past
mile marker 340, I saw what the problem was: an 18-wheeler was
partially jackknifed in the left lane and median, and a badly
smashed car was on a flatbed tow truck. Fire and police were in
both lanes, forcing traffic to creep by on the shoulder. I
didn’t see any ambulances there; I didn’t see any sheets on the
ground, either. If there were anyone injured, they’d already
been taken to the hospital.
Once I got past the accident, the remainder of the drive to Fort
Wayne went smoothly and quickly. Well, it did after I found some
place to use the restroom. By 7:35, I was in the parking
lot of the Hilton Garden Inn. The desk clerk welcomed me as a
repeat visitor, although I couldn’t remember the details at the
time (it turned out I’d been here in October 2006, again on the
way to Texas; I had to review my travelogues to remind myself).
I received the keys to room 212, an upgraded room over what I’d
reserved (nice). Now what would I do for supper? The hotel
restaurant was open for breakfast only; I thought it was open
for dinner, as well, but no. However, there was a place called
Naked Tchopstix across the parking lot. I was in no mood for
further driving, so I walked over there and enjoyed some crab
rangoon and General Tso’s chicken. Well, my enjoyment was
flagging at the end of the meal; the plate may have been a bit
too large for my liking. Then it was back to the room to
read e-mail and Facebook, to record a few facts for the
travelogue, etc. I plugged in the iPad to charge, but the plug
was across the room, so I couldn’t read from the iPad in
bed. Instead, I turned on the TV and fell asleep to the
sights and sounds of NASCAR qualifying from Michigan
International Speedway.
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Saturday June 15
I didn’t get the world’s greatest sleep last night. I was up for
good around 5:15 in the morning. I spent time checking e-mail
and working on the travelogue. Later, I took a shower, but for a
while, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. I couldn’t figure out how
to turn on the water, as turning the temperature lever didn’t
work. I eventually figured out that pulling on the lever turned
the water on, while turning it adjusted the temperature; armed
with that significant knowledge, I took a well-needed shower.
Around 6:45, I went down to the lobby for the hotel’s breakfast
buffet. It wasn’t complimentary, unfortunately, but the food was
quite good. After heading back to my room to complete my
packing, I checked out and was under way at 7:35. I’d spent
exactly 12 hours at the hotel. Now I figured I’d spend 12 more
hours on the road today. Destination: Springfield, Missouri.
As I drove down I-69 and over I-465 and then I-70, I listened to
satellite radio exclusively. In the morning, I listened to Radio
Classics and their tribute to Bob Bailey, star of “Yours Truly,
Johnny Dollar” and “Let George Do It”, who would have turned 100
this week. He’s regarded as the most popular star on the
channel, and with good reason.
When I stopped at a rest area west of Indianapolis, I noticed
something unusual as I walked to the facilities: a kitty cat was
hanging around. Dishes underneath a bench indicated that staff
were feeding him or her and that he/she was likely a
stray. After I concluded my business, I went to my car and
brought my iPad over to take some pictures. The cat didn’t
run away, but neither did it approach me. It rubbed against the
bench, not me. I didn’t attempt to pet it.
As I drove westward, I debated about where to stop for lunch.
Should I wait until I reach St. Louis to eat? Or should I stop
wherever I feel like stopping? I eventually stopped at an Arby’s
near Vandalia, Illinois and had a King’s Hawaiian sandwich combo
while I checked my e-mail and reported my position to my
relatives. Then it was back onto I-70 toward St. Louis. During
this part of the trip, I listened to an American Top 40 from
June 1975; most of the songs were very familiar to me, including
that week’s number 1, “Sister Golden Hair” from America.
As I approached St. Louis, I had a decision to make: should I
take I-270 and loop around town, or should I pick up I-55 and go
through town? A sign warning of construction delays on I-270
made the decision easy: I would go through town. I drove past
the exit for Granite City, wondering if the town had a Granite
City Food & Brewery (it didn’t). I could see the Gateway
Arch in the distance as I crossed the Mississippi River into St.
Louis and into Missouri; I’d never visited the Arch before, nor
would I do so today. Busch Stadium loomed ahead as I made the
exit for I-55 and I-44; I-44 was what I would take to the
southwest as I aimed for this evening’s destination,
Springfield.
Since I had a long way to go and some time pressure, I mainly
stayed on the freeway. But there were a few places where I took
old Route 66, including an old 4-lane divided portion near Fort
Leonard Wood that always impressed me. It impressed me enough
that I stopped to take two pictures there. Someday, I would like
to drive all of Route 66 properly. I’d like to drive several of
the old auto trails their entire lengths, such as the Dixie
Highway, Lincoln Highway, Old Spanish Trail, but I
digress. I stayed with the freeway today, in general, for
speed was more important.
As I continued southwestward, I started seeing signs for the
attractions in Branson. I’d been there one time before, in
October 2006, and saw Jim Stafford’s show. I also saw billboards
advertising two radio stations that carried nothing but promos
for Branson. I listened to those radio stations for a while, for
there were some comedy acts among the promos. One of the acts
ripped off Jack Paar’s infamous WC joke, except that he made it
the BC joke (BC was Baptist Church). Fifty-three years earlier,
that joke was censored by NBC; now, it’s playing in
family-friendly Branson!
The weather grew slightly ominous as I headed toward
Springfield; it rained off and on, and I saw lightning in the
distance. Finally, around 6:30, I arrived at the Microtel in
Springfield, no thanks to the highway direction signs; they had
me a mile north of town before I turned around and was able to
see that the hotel was on a side street. The room at the
Microtel was much smaller than the one at the Hilton Garden Inn,
but that was OK; I didn’t need a big room for one night on the
road. For supper, I could have walked across the street to a
Waffle House, but I didn’t want to eat at Waffle House. I ended
up going to a Steak & Shake a mile or so away. Then it was
back to the hotel for the evening.
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Sunday June 16
Miles today: 546.6
Miles total: 1332.4
I had a little better sleep overnight, but that didn’t keep me
from getting up at 4 (5 Eastern) for a bathroom break and then
being unable to fall back asleep. So I gave up at 4:40 and did
my regular e-mail checks and Web surfing; the hotel’s connection
was slow, so I switched to my MiFi. Soon, I received an alert
from Verizon: I had just used 50% of that month’s data allotment
(5 GB, with the end of the month being the 20th or 21st). Big
whoop! I turned on the Weather Channel to see what weather
awaited me today; it didn’t look very bad. I packed quickly, and
I was on the road by 6:30.
The Microtel did have a small breakfast bar, but I passed on
that today. Instead, I got a good hour of driving in, after
which I stopped for breakfast at Denny’s in Joplin. They have
good breakfast skillets, and that’s what I ordered today. I also
noticed that they have a good discount for dinner for AARP
members (of which I am now one); I’d have to keep that in mind
for the future. After breakfast, I fueled up at the next-door
gas station, then hit the road once again.
I had to travel over 500 miles, so speed was of the essence;
there would be little time to follow Route 66 through most of
Oklahoma, so I stuck to I-44 and its turnpikes. Traffic moved
well, even through the occasional construction zones and through
Tulsa. I stopped at a service plaza between Tulsa and Oklahoma
City and tried to eat at McDonald’s, but the line was too long.
Instead, I got something from the convenience store and
continued onward. Once I got to Oklahoma City, I stayed on
I-44 to keep out of the downtown area. If I’d had more time, I
might have stopped at the memorial to the victims of the 1995
bombing of the Federal building. But that would have to wait for
another time. I drove westward on I-40 to the sounds of
the Quicken Loans 400 from Michigan International Speedway. At a
Pilot travel center west of town, I stopped for a proper lunch
at McDonald’s. Now you could argue whether McDonald’s can ever
provide a proper lunch; at least it was more proper than
nibbling on whatever I happened to have handy in the car.
Continuing westward on I-40, I started seeing signs for the
Cherokee Trading Post in El Reno or Calumet (that’s Calumet,
Oklahoma, not to be confused with Calumet, Michigan). They
reminded me slightly of the signs for Wall Drug in South Dakota.
They also reminded me of “Indian Reservation” by the Raiders
(“Cherokee People!”). As I approached mile marker 108, I debated
whether or not to stop. An emptying gas tank and a filling
bladder convinced me that I should. So I stopped to fill the gas
tank and use the restroom, but then I parked in back to take a
look at the trading post. I spent quite a while there, an hour
or so, I would imagine. I left there with a new wallet and a new
cowboy hat from the Golden Gate Hat Company of -- no, not San
Francisco, but Los Angeles. Although since I bought it from an
ostensibly Indian trading post, it might be more of an Indian
hat. I don’t know if was actually owned by Indians, though.
There were some exhibits on the grounds (a tepee, a mural,
painted buffalo statues, a pen with real buffalo), which made
for good photo opportunities. I walked over with my iPad to take
those pictures.
The drive was uneventful until I neared the Texas border. I got
off of the freeway around exit 7 and went through Erick, the
boyhood home of Roger Miller. There was a museum devoted
to him in the middle of town, but I didn’t stop. I did
stop for a picture of a monument to Will Rogers; after all,
Route 66 IS the Will Rogers Highway. I also stopped right at the
border to get a picture of the road and the sign saying “Texas
State Line”. That picture got a lot of likes on Facebook.
Then I stayed on old 66 (the feeder road on the south side of
the freeway) and went through the town of Shamrock. There
wasn’t a Shamrock gas station there that I could see, but I did
stop at one for a restroom break before doubling back to take
some pictures of the restored U-Drop-Inn.
The rest of the drive to Amarillo was on I-40; I felt the need
for speed and wanted to reach the hotel as quickly as I could. I
finally arrived at the Holiday Inn shortly after 6. I’d spent
close to 12 hours on the road today, and I was a bit tired.
Interestingly enough, my room number was 212 again; this room
had a balcony that opened onto the interior court of the hotel;
at the far end of the court was the swimming pool and a game
room.
Now what would I do for supper? I’d passed the Big Texan Steak
Ranch a few miles back; the parking lot looked full, but that
was a place I wanted to visit while I was here, so I went back
there after unpacking. Unfortunately, the full parking lot meant
a wait of 25 to 30 minutes, far too long for my liking, so I
headed back to the hotel. I ended up having spaghetti and
meatballs in the hotel restaurant, which was a Route 66/50’s
themed diner. Not very many people were there; that seems to be
the case with hotel restaurants. When I left, I left my new hat
at my table, but the wait staff alerted me before I’d left the
restaurant. I wouldn’t want to lose that new hat! Then it was
back to the room for the evening to rest and to think about what
I would do tomorrow.
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Monday June 17
The Internet access from the hotel was spotty; I found myself
switching over to the MiFi on more than one occasion. I’m glad I
wasn’t paying $9.95 a day for it! I’d have demanded a refund.
After my e-mail and web checks, I took a shower and watched the
Weather Channel as I got ready for breakfast.
The hotel restaurant had a complimentary breakfast buffet that
included a number of hot items; I thought it was pretty good.
Fifties music played in the background; unfortunately, near the
end of the meal, “That’s All Right Mama” played over and over.
Now that is a good song, but I thought that hearing it four or
five times in a row was a bit much. But that didn’t affect the
quality of the meal; I was good and full for today’s travels.
And what would I do today? For starters, I would head to the
Texas welcome center at exit 76. Yes, the welcome center was in
the middle of the Panhandle, not at either border. I guess it
was less expensive to put one center in the middle of the
Panhandle (a little less than 180 miles wide) so that it could
catch traffic going east and west. But the center was just as
well stocked as the ones in Texarkana and Orange, the ones I’d
visited before. There was plenty of local information; there was
plenty of information for the other areas of Texas, as well.
Once I had collected my fill of travel literature (which made
for a heavy bag), I got gas at a nearby Shell station. But I
couldn’t use their regular gas, as it was 86 octane, and the
lowest recommended octane for my vehicle was 87. I had to use
the midgrade 88 octane gas instead. Once that was complete, I
got onto I-40 heading westbound. My destination: the Cadillac
Ranch, the famous artwork of vintage Cadillacs buried hood-first
in the ground at the same angle as the sides of the Great
Pyramid of Giza. I knew more or less where it was but wasn’t
sure of the proper exit to use, but once I drove past it and the
crowd of vehicles parked nearby, I knew to use the next exit
down, exit 60. I exited there, went to the south side of the
freeway, and took the feeder road there. The ground was muddy,
thanks to the overnight rains. The artwork is on farmland, but
visitors are more or less welcome; there is a gate for
admittance. I brought my camera with me and took some
pictures farther away and some more once I got closer. Some
people brought spray paint to leave their mark, as graffiti is
encouraged there. People were taking off their shoes to get
close to the cars, as they were in a pool of water. I did
not remove my shoes, nor did I bring any spray paint. As the
saying goes, I took only photos and left only footprints.
After trying to remove the mud from the soles of my shoes, I got
into the car and headed westbound for Adrian, the exact midpoint
of Route 66. I had been advised to visit the MidPoint Cafe there
by a former classmate of mine, Kathy Matchette Douglas. It
wasn’t quite 10 AM yet, and I wasn’t very hungry, so I didn’t
want to get there particularly quickly. So I stayed on the
feeder on the north side of the freeway, which was actually a
good thing, for that was old Route 66, for the most part. After
passing through the town of Vega, I arrived in Adrian and the
MidPoint Cafe. There was a group of German-speaking tourists out
front as I arrived. I quickly got to work taking pictures of the
building and of the markers across the street, both of which
proclaimed this to be the midpoint of Route 66. There was
a man there with a baby and a camera; he took a picture of me at
the marker, and I took one of him, his wife and baby.
Inside, the cafe was a fairly small cafe that had a small gift
shop devoted to Route 66. I wasn’t yet hungry for lunch, so I
took a look at the gift shop. It may have been small, but it
carried a lot of Route 66 merchandise. Something I did not
expect to see was a new version of the EZ66 guidebook. I owned
the original and was using it on this trip; I had no idea that a
new version had just come out. In fact, it was the third
edition. There was no doubt, I was going to get this version. In
fact, I bought a second copy for my friend Keith, who was
planning to take Route 66 to LA in the near future. I
recommended he get this guidebook; now, I was hoping he hadn’t
bought it yet. The owner said I could return it if he had
(turned out he hadn’t). After buying the guidebooks and a
long-sleeve shirt celebrating Route 66 and the cafe, I sat down
for lunch. That grilled cheese and ham sandwich I ordered was
pretty good.
Now here I was at exit 22 of I-40. New Mexico was 22 miles away,
and I had yet to drive Route 66 in that state. I’d driven it in
every state but that one. Now I had walked along 66 a few years
back; that was in Albuquerque during a lengthy stop on the
Southwest Chief. But the opportunity to drive it was tempting,
and it was here, and it was now. Who knew when I would get
another opportunity? And so I took the feeder road to its end
some four miles away, and then I got onto I-40 for the drive to
the border. But I wouldn’t cross right away. No, first I would
travel into Glenrio, a town that straddled the state line. There
was hardly anything left in Glenrio except ruins, the most
prominent being a hotel that had the distinction of being either
the first or last hotel in Texas, depending on which way you
were going. I wasn’t alone; two other groups were taking
pictures, too.
Old 66 ran for a mile into New Mexico before becoming a dirt
road. I drove that paved section but turned around shortly after
entering the dirt section. After taking a few more pictures, I
got back onto the freeway and entered New Mexico again, stopping
at the rest area to pick up some literature and use the
restroom. There was a TV tuned to CBS inside the welcome
center; it was carrying The Price Is Right at what I thought was
an odd time until I remembered that it was 11 AM Mountain time,
and 11 AM wasn’t an odd time at all. I didn’t stay in New
Mexico very long; I turned around at the first chance I got and
then headed back to Texas and to Amarillo as two episodes of the
Jack Benny program played on the Radio Classics channel. I
didn’t head directly back to the hotel, though; I stopped at a
Barnes & Noble and an Academy on the west side of town
first.
Back at the hotel, I had to have my room keys re-programmed
because they wouldn’t open my door anymore. Once that was done,
I went back to the room and downloaded my pictures. I also took
a look at the tourist literature I’d picked up today, and there
was a lot to review. Some of it would be useful in the next few
days; I payed very close attention to those. And now, as it got
closer to 5 o’clock, I decided to make another attempt to have
dinner at the Big Texan Steak Ranch. As I got into my SUV,
I saw a man in the parking lot who was managing a dog AND cat on
leashes. They were well-behaved, but I wondered if they’d stay
that way.
Unlike yesterday, the Big Texan wasn’t very busy at all, and I
was able to be seated right away. No, I did not tackle the
famous 72 ounce steak, although one man started the challenge as
I was finishing my meal. He was seated at a table on a stage in
the middle of the dining room, and a clock counted down from 60
minutes as he ate. As for me, I contented myself with a 12 ounce
ribeye with baked potato, sauteed mushrooms and Caesar
salad. The meal was quite good, I must admit. Afterwards,
I went through the gift shop and bought a book about how cowboys
wear their hats and a book on Route 66 through Texas.
After a brief trip to Walmart, it was time to go back to the
hotel for the night.
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Tuesday June 18
Today, I woke up a bit later than I had been. Maybe I was
finally getting into the vacation swing of things. When I
turned on the Weather Channel, the forecast was less favorable
than in recent days, with a 40% chance of thunderstorms. But it
was mostly sunny outside as I went to the hotel restaurant for
the breakfast buffet. It was more crowded than yesterday; I had
to sit at the restaurant bar.
I had planned on visiting Palo Duro Canyon State Park today; the
forecast did not change that decision. I was planning to
go early in the morning anyway in order to beat the heat, and
that’s what I did. It was some 10 to 15 miles south of Amarillo
via I-27. Unfortunately, I had to pull off into a Walmart
parking lot in Canyon because I wasn’t sure of the proper exit;
it turned out I was near the right one already. I drove
past West Texas A&M University in order to get to the
highway to the park, and once on that highway, it was a straight
shot to the park.
I don’t recall what the single-admission price was, for I had
decided that I would get an annual pass. I knew I’d be visiting
a number of state parks on this trip, maybe not enough for the
pass to fully pay for itself, but it would remain good for a
year. And so I paid $70 for an annual pass and drove off into
the park. First stop: the visitor center. Actually, it was the
parking lot for the scenic outlook above the visitor center, and
I had to walk down to reach the center. I didn’t have to do
that; I could have driven and parked down there, but no matter.
It took me a little time to find the restroom inside, but once
that business was concluded, I walked back up to the overlook
level. Here I could see the upper canyon in its glory. It
struck me as a greener version of the Grand Canyon, although not
as deep and not as extensive. It was definitely an impressive
sight, though. Signs labeled some of the peaks and features,
including the famous Lighthouse rock formation. I’d seen
pictures of it; unfortunately, the view from here did not do the
Lighthouse justice. I’d have to hike closer to it in order to
get those views, and I wasn’t prepared for hiking.
As I drove onward, the road made a steep dip into the canyon. I
downshifted, and my engine labored in first gear, and the brakes
got a good workout to keep me from going too fast. There was so
much to see, but I didn’t dare look at it while descending a
narrow road with no guardrails. The group pavilion ahead
was a good place to stop, and stop here I did. I brought my
camera and my tripod to the back of the building for a chance to
do some good HDR photography. I’d done some handheld HDR
photography in recent days; however, I couldn’t hold the camera
perfectly steady between shots. Software could compensate for
that, but far better to get the alignment right to begin with.
The canyon was created by the Prairie Dog Fork of the Red River,
and the park road followed that river. It crossed the river six
times in the park, and each crossing was potentially a spot of
flash flooding. Most of them had depth gauges to tell
drivers how deep the water was. Anything above six inches
could sweep a car away. Some of the crossings were dry;
some were wet but didn’t have much water flowing through them;
and one of them was high enough to close the road completely (an
alternate road through the park, fortunately).
Photographic opportunities were plentiful, and I turned off
several times to take advantage. Opportunities to see
wildlife were not plentiful, though; I only saw what appeared to
be two raccoons considering whether or not to fight (I don’t
think they actually were raccoons). One turned in a threatening
way towards my SUV as I braked to look at them. To think that he
could scare off my big Mariner, when I could easily crush him
(not that I wanted to).... Another photographic opportunity came
when I stopped at one of the campground restrooms, as the
campground was in a very scenic area. Now I was considering
taking the alternate road back to the park entrance, but the
road was closed due to flooding. So I went back the way I came,
stopping for more pictures and stopping briefly at the Palo Duro
Trading Post and the Visitor Center again. But the only thing I
got was a bottle of Diet Coke from the vending machine outside
the Visitor Center. And with that, I left the park after
spending a few hours there. It was starting to get warm,
so I didn’t want to spend any more time there.
By now, it was lunchtime. What did I want to do? I drove into
Canyon for ideas, and then I received an idea from a billboard:
go to Feldman’s Wrong-Way Cafe. That was an interesting place
close to the university. I had a chicken fried steak for lunch;
I hadn’t had one of those for quite a while, probably with good
reason, but it tasted good. Afterwards, I walked over to the
Hastings Video/Music/Book store and picked up the latest issues
of Texas Highways and Texas Monthly and stopped at the United
Supermarket for a few items.
What would I do in the afternoon? Take the opportunity to drive
some more of Route 66; it would be my last opportunity on this
trip. After fueling up south of town, I drove on I-40 to exit
105 to pick up the old roadway. I wanted to exit at exit 98, but
it turned out that the exit was for westbound traffic only. At
exit 96, I saw the Bug Ranch, a parody of the Cadillac Ranch;
here, VW’s of unknown vintage were buried in the ground much
like the Cadillacs were. A roadside business owner had
arranged for this, but it didn’t help the business, which was
turning into ruins nearby.
There was a nice stretch of old 66 that was well separated from
the freeway; I enjoyed that drive. Eventually, one could keep
going straight onto a dirt road or keep on the paved version; I
stuck to the pavement. Soon, I was passing by an
interesting roadside artwork that I’d noticed heading eastbound.
A man named Richard Baker had created an exhibit devoted to
peace and to religion. Several key dates were featured: The Day
the Music Died (Feb. 3, 1959), the first manned Moon landing,
Woodstock, John Lennon’s murder, Martin Luther King’s and
President Kennedy’s assassinations, the Battle of the Alamo, the
dropping of the first atomic bomb on Japan, the attack on Pearl
Harbor, the Kent State shootings, 9/11, the losses of space
shuttles Columbia and Challenger. The centerpieces of the
artwork were a peace symbol and a cross.
I continued on old 66 for a while, but I never made it to
downtown, for I felt like I had to use the restroom very badly,
and so I turned onto a street that would take me to the hotel.
It did, and I was relieved. And afterwards, I downloaded and
identified the pictures I had taken today, of which there had
been many. I also looked up amateur radio Field Day sites near
San Antonio and Houston. Field Day was an annual event sponsored
by the American Radio Relay League in which ham radio operators,
either on their own or with others, operated from portable
setups in non-standard locations. For example, the Ford Amateur
Radio League (of which I was the current president) would
combine with the Livonia Amateur Radio Club and operate from a
location in Livonia, Michigan (the fire station until last year,
the former site of a school this year). But since I was
traveling, I wouldn’t be able to operate with them this year.
However, I could visit another site and see how their setup
compared to ours.
For dinner, I didn’t feel like going anywhere; I wanted to rest
up, and I needed to pack up. That made the decision very easy:
eat at the hotel restaurant. I had a cheeseburger, which was
pretty good. The same could not be said of the men’s room near
the restaurant, which smelled like someone had forgotten to
flush. It was worse than that: some dum-dum looked to have
wiped the outside of one of the toilet bowls with that which is
supposed to go INTO the toilet bowls.
Back in the room, I packed up most of my clothing and
transferred everything from my old main wallet to my new main
wallet, the one I bought in Oklahoma on Sunday. I made doubly,
triply, multiply sure that everything was out of the old wallet,
and then I consigned it to the trash. Farewell, old wallet; you
served me very well. My MiFi also served me well when it came to
Internet access; it served me much better than the hotel’s
Wi-Fi, that’s for sure. And then I called it a night.
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Wednesday June 19
Miles in and around Amarillo: 342.3
Miles to Fort Davis: 439.1
Miles total: 2113.8
Today, I would leave Amarillo for Fort Davis, the Panhandle for
West Texas. I woke up around 6, took a shower, and checked the
e-mail. I took advantage of the breakfast buffet for the final
time on this stay, deciding to go a bit lighter today (no eggs
or potatoes). The sky was very dark outside; it looked like bad
thunderstorms were about to move in. But there was no rain
as I left Amarillo at 8:10, nor was there as I drove down I-27.
It seemed like I was outrunning the nasty stuff, which was very
visible to the east. Once I made it to Lubbock, skies were
blue. I gassed up at a truck stop on I-27 and continued
southward on US 87.
There weren’t many water clouds in the sky, but there sure were
a lot of dust clouds on the ground as I drove past the parched,
plowed fields. They needed rain out here. As I drove, I listened
to the trucker’s channel for a while as well as Radio Classics.
During the time that I listened, they played the debut of Henry
Morgan’s ABC radio show from 1946. For lunch, I ate at a
McDonald’s in Lamesa and then continued on to Big Spring. Here,
I’d pick up I-20 for the next few hours. It was a long drive
from Big Spring to Pecos; speed limits of 75 and eventually 80
miles an hour made the drive somewhat shorter. While I was
still north of Big Spring, the trucker’s channel carried an
interview with Linda Cardellini, who had a major role on Mad Men
this season. I missed this past Sunday’s episode, as I was
too tired to watch it after the long day’s drive; fortunately, I
had recorded it at home for later watching.
As I drove southwestward, I saw the occasional signs for
Monahans Sandhills State Park, home to extensive sand dunes. Did
I want to stop there? Part of me wanted to continue onward, but
I decided to stop there. When would I get the chance to do so
again, I figured. Mid-June in the afternoon wasn’t the
best time to visit, but having an air-conditioned vehicle
helped. I took the short nature hike on the trail near the
visitor center, and then I drove into the park until I saw the
dunes. There was a LOT of sand here; some of those dunes
looked like they could have come from the Sahara. Sand-skiing or
-boarding was popular here, but not at this time of day! It made
for a great photo opportunity, though.
Back in the car, I continued onward. The rest area west of the
park had a plumbing problem; the men’s room in the main building
only had one toilet of any sort open. Fortunately, the secondary
building had more facilities available. Finally came the exit
for Pecos, where I gassed up and took Highway 17 to my ultimate
destination, Fort Davis. It was a long and empty drive
between I-20 and I-10; not too far past that, though, was the
town of Balmorhea, a literal oasis in the desert. There were
plenty of trees in town, thanks to Lake Balmorhea and the nearby
San Solomon Springs. The springs themselves were located in
Balmorhea State Park 4 miles west of town; I hoped to visit the
park in the next few days. Then came the final 32 miles of
driving past rugged terrain. The road itself stayed out of
the mountains, but it gave some wonderful views of the mountains
in the distance, and sometimes, those mountains were very close.
It reminded me of the drive to Lake Havasu City from I-40 in
Arizona, although there was more green here.
Finally, I had reached my destination: the Fort Davis Inn, which
looked like an old motor court. I checked in, paid for my stay
in advance, and got the key to room 7 on the southwest side of
the inn. There were some great views of the mountains from the
parking lot. The room was decent enough, with air conditioning,
TV, microwave and mini-refrigerator.
What would I do for supper tonight? I took a drive into town to
see what appealed to me. Fort Davis was a small town with
no traffic light, but it did have a few places to eat. There was
a Mexican place just down the street from the inn, but it was
only open for lunch. There was another Mexican place in
town, Cueva de Leon, that appealed to me, and so I stopped
there. I had a combo plate of two enchiladas, one taco, one
chalupa (I wonder what the difference is between a chalupa and a
tostada?), rice and beans. It was good Tex-Mex; it wouldn’t make
me forget Laredo’s or Chuy’s (both of which I planned to visit
in the next two weeks), but it was good enough. I had my
iPad with me during dinner, and I checked to see if my MiFi
worked here. It did! I only got a 3G signal, but I was glad to
get anything at all. And when I checked Twitter, I learned of
the sudden death of James Gandolfini of “Sopranos” fame. He was
only 51, a year older than me (closer to two years, I’d later
learn). The word was that he’d had a heart attack. Unfortunate,
too young, and too close to home!
Before going to the restaurant, I’d stopped at what could be
called a Whole Foods Convenience Store and picked up a bottle of
Topo Chico mineral water. It was refrigerated when I left the
store; when I left the restaurant, it had warmed
significantly. On the way back to the inn, I stopped at
the local market to get some pop and a few snacks, as the
vending machine at the inn was out of service. Back at the inn,
I identified the pictures I’d taken today and posted one or two
of them to Facebook. I turned on the TV for the weather; skies
were cloudy tonight, meaning no star-gazing for me. Later, I
turned on CNN, where Piers Morgan’s program was devoted to
tributes to James Gandolfini.
Now I forget the day when this happened, but I’m sure that it
was somewhere in west Texas or on the way there. As I drove, I
saw a white Volkswagen Beetle pass me by. This was a modern
Beetle, and it was painted in the colored stripes and the number
53 of Herbie the Love Bug. Too bad I was in no position to take
a picture of it.
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Thursday June 20
Today, I would visit three of the places I wanted to visit
during this part of the trip: Davis Mountains State Park,
Historic Fort Davis, and McDonald Observatory. The day started
around 6:30 for me; it was mostly cloudy, but the sun was poking
out on occasion. I went to the office to have their continental
breakfast, which for me consisted of Cheerios and muffins. It
was much smaller than the breakfast bar at the hotel in
Amarillo, but it was still good food.
I left for Davis Mountains State Park shortly after 8. The park
entrance was around 4 miles away via the rather scenic Highway
118. After I got my day pass, I studied the park map and drove
into the park. Several photo opportunities of the mountains
presented themselves, and I took them (the opportunities and the
photos). There appeared to be an area for wildlife viewing
marked on the map, but when I drove past it, it was under
renovation. In the distance, I could see a road going up a
mountain. This was Skyline Drive, which I eventually took. That
was a bit of a nerve-wracking drive, for the road was steep and
had no guardrails. Those are the roads where I tend to drive as
far from the edge as I can (and maybe past it) and hope that no
one is coming in the other direction. But at the top of the
mountain was a scenic overlook that made it all
worthwhile. For a half-hour, with one exception, I was the
only person up there, taking lots of pictures. Another car
did come up but turned around immediately. Did they not
want to stay, or did they think they would be disturbing me,
thinking I was a professional photographer on assignment? I’ll
never know. But I had great views of the surrounding area.
I could see Fort Davis the fort and Fort Davis the city below. I
could see the park laid out below me, and I could see Highway
118 heading off to the northwest. And way off in the
distance, I could see the three largest domes of the McDonald
Observatory, which was where I would be heading in the
afternoon.
When I left the overlook, I continued on Skyline Drive, which
partially descended the mountain before rising again to its end.
From here, one could take a trail down to historic Fort Davis or
the rest of the park. I walked one of those trails a short
distance for some photo opportunities, passing what looked like
a grill built by the CCC, but I soon turned around, got back in
the car, and drove down to the main park level. Right
where Skyline Drive ended was the park interpretive center as
well as a spot for viewing bird activity. I saw a few birds
hanging around the feeders, including some hummingbirds, which I
don’t think I’d ever seen before in person. I got some pictures
of a hummingbird in flight; in some of them, I could see a bee
flying around. Hm, the bird and the bee (singular), and nothing
happened. Then I drove over to the Indian Lodge and its
gift shop, where I got a book about the geology of the area
around Fort Davis, Marfa and Balmorhea as well as a towel. Was I
expecting to be a galactic hitchhiker or something?
When I got back to the inn, I wanted a cold can of Diet Coke.
But where was my key card? It must have fallen out of my pocket
somewhere. I got a new one from the front desk and was able to
get that can of Diet Coke; it tasted very good, and it got me
ready for my next destination, Historic Fort Davis. The
fort in its current form existed from 1867 to 1891 and protected
the main highway between El Paso and San Antonio. Some of that
highway still existed as a dirt path through the fort. Imagine
that, the predecessor of US 90 or I-10. The post frequently saw
African-American units posted there, the famous Buffalo
Soldiers; they experienced difficulty with the local community,
as you might expect given the times. The first African-American
graduate from West Point, Lt. Henry O. Flipper, was posted here
but was unjustly court-martialed and expelled from the service
(Congress corrected that injustice a century later). As for the
fort itself, many of the buildings had been restored to their
appearance in the 1880’s; others were left as ruins or
foundations. As I walked the grounds, audio of a military parade
was playing. At one point, “The Star-Spangled Banner” was
played, but the arrangement was off. The notes weren’t played in
the expected ways, and for a while, I wasn’t sure if I was
hearing the future national anthem. That may actually have been
a vintage arrangement.
By this time, the noontime heat was beginning to get to me, or
should I say the sun was. After walking over the grounds,
including the hospital buildings at the back, I returned to the
visitor center and watched the introductory video about the
fort. It provided a good opportunity to get off of my feet for a
while, but it was still a worthwhile program to watch.
Then I went back to my room at the inn for lunch of sorts (the
snacks from yesterday, as it turned out) and the chance to
download pictures. Then shortly after 1 PM, I set off on
my third destination of the day, the McDonald Observatory.
That drive was a bit more winding than the road to the park
(same road, just farther out). I arrived at the
observatory visitor center around 1:40, announced that I was
there for the afternoon program and tour, and proceeded to wait
for the next 20 minutes. And after 20 minutes, we
participants were ushered into the theater for a talk about the
sun and a solar observation session. There were clouds in the
sky, and they did interfere somewhat with the observing, but we
saw several sunspot groups and several solar prominences.
Then we set off up the mountains (Locke and Folkes) for tours of
the two largest telescopes, the 107 inch reflector and the
9 meter Hobby-Eberly Telescope (the Hobby is former Lt. Governor
Bill Hobby). The highway going up to Mount Locke is the highest
roadway in Texas that is part of the state highway system. There
were tremendous views from the summit. Off in the distance
was the only telescope that could actually be seen from the
mountain: a radio telescope that was part of the VLBA (Very Long
Baseline Array), ten identical radio telescopes (big dish
antennas) from Mauna Kea in Hawaii to St. Croix, Virgin Islands.
Why was it the only telescope that could be seen from atop the
mountain, when we were within several yards of some of the
largest ‘scopes in the world? Well, those telescopes were in
domes; we couldn’t actually SEE them without going inside.
And we did go inside. We didn’t visit the 82-inch scope, but we
could actually get close to the 107 inch scope, after either
going up the elevator or climbing some 70 steps. I took
the steps, figuring I could use the exercise. We saw where the
instruments for taking measurements could be mounted (no
eyepieces here), and we saw the telescope being moved. We
couldn’t get so close to the HET; the closest we got was an
observation deck that was too small to let everyone see it at
once.
Back at the inn, I attached a solar filter to my telephoto zoom
lens and took some pictures of the sun, to see if I could
capture the same sunspots that we saw earlier at the
observatory. Most of the pictures were highly overexposed, but
on one of them, I did see a few of those sunspots. The
quality was nowhere near as good, though. After downloading the
pictures, it was time to figure out what to do for supper. I
decided to try Murphy’s, which specialized in pizza and
pasta. Before going there, though, I searched out Woodward
Avenue, which turned out to be close to Murphy’s. This Woodward
Avenue was nothing like Detroit’s. The road was shorter,
narrower, and unpaved.
At Murphy’s, I had spaghetti and meatballs, which was pretty
good. While I was there, a Boy Scout troop from the San Antonio
area came in. I overheard one of the scoutmasters talking to a
group at another table; they would be visiting the observatory
while out here. I’d be visiting the observatory again on Friday
night for a star party. But the skies started clouding up,
making me wonder if we would get to see anything at the star
party, which would be held rain or (moon)shine. Back at the
hotel, I started to read the books I had bought at the
observatory gift shop, among them a collection of questions from
viewers of The Sky at Night, the very long running British
astronomy program hosted by Sir Patrick Moore from its beginning
in 1957 until his death earlier this year.
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Friday June 21
At one point, I awoke in the middle of the night to use the
restroom. When I was done, I took a glance outside the
window. Moonlight! This might be my chance to see a
brilliant night sky. I hurriedly pulled on some clothes and
opened the door. There was moonlight, all right, but it was
heavily obscured by clouds. Off came the clothes, and back
to bed I went.
I got up for good around 6:30 and went for breakfast around
7:15. The skies were clearing to the west. Had Nature cursed me
to suffer through clouds at night and not experience a truly
dark night sky? I wanted to try to take pictures of the Milky
Way with my Canon DSLR. But the only way it looked as though I’d
be able to was to go to the store and get the candy bar and take
a picture of that.
This morning, I drove the 32 miles to Balmorhea State Park,
which I’d passed by on my way to Fort Davis. It was my intention
to swim in the spring-fed pool, which I had read about from
various sources. The drive there was very scenic, as I
knew it would be from Wednesday’s drive in. But this time, I saw
everything from the other direction, and I knew it was a great
drive, passing through the mountains but not being on a
treacherous roadway where one bad move meant flying over the
edge.
About two-thirds of the way to the park, I suddenly remembered
I’d forgotten something: my swimming mask and goggles were in a
bag back in the hotel room. It was too late to turn back
now, so I continued onward until I reached the park. I wasn’t
sure if I was going to swim at all, but I signed the waiver form
anyway (that confirmed that I knew no lifeguards were on duty).
I parked in the day parking area in a shady parking spot. What
to do? Well, on Thursday afternoon, I had mounted an amateur
radio antenna mount for high frequency, attaching it to my
liftgate. What I didn’t do was connect it to the radio. That was
what I was going to do right now. But in order to do that,
I had to take my trike off of its rack, for the handlebars were
blocking the tailgate from being fully lifted. Removing it
wasn’t difficult at all, for I was very accustomed to the
procedure, and now I could open the liftgate and connect the
antenna mount to the radio.
Since the trike was off the rack, almost ready to be ridden, and
since I was in a park, why not ride the trike? All I
needed to do was pump up the tires and put on my helmet, and I
was in business. I rode three or four laps around a loop
that took me through the campground area, the cabins, and the
wildlife viewing area. It wasn’t a long distance or a long
period of time, but it felt good to be on the trike again. And
after putting the trike back on the rack, I was inspired to
visit the wetland or ciénega that supported the wildlife viewing
area.
The wetland was a recreation of the natural wetland that was
destroyed in the creation of the park back in the 1930’s. Water
flowing out of the spring supported it, and that water was very
clear as I looked down on it at the covered viewing area.
It was easy to see the small little fish swimming around, as
well as a catfish laying on the bottom. I also saw three turtles
swimming at the surface. Of course, I had my camera in hand, for
these were great photo opportunities. In one, it looked
like the little fish were following one of the turtles. Then I
walked over to the main swimming area. The pool was divided into
three main sections. The central circular section was the home
of the spring and was 25 feet deep. One rectangular pool was 5
feet deep, while the other one was 20 feet deep and had two
diving boards. All three sections had fish. They were all in
use, as well, by park visitors. Some of the visitors were scuba
divers or trainees.
Now was I going to swim here? I wasn’t sure. Where would I put
my wallet and my car keys? Lock them in the car? That wasn’t as
stupid as it might sound, for my Mariner had a keypad keyless
entry system; I wouldn’t be locked out. But I wasn’t sure.
I did stick my feet in the main pool for a brief time, until I
noticed the little fish starting to congregate. I also heard one
of the kids saying the fish were biting, meaning they were
biting him. That’s when I got cold feet (figuratively AND
literally; the water temperature was in the 70’s, which is
rather chilly). No, I wasn’t going to swim today.
After I’d been at the park a couple of hours, I decided to
leave. I went into Balmorhea town to get gas and to have lunch
at Ellie’s Burgers (located in the same building as the gas
station). The green chile burger was pretty good, and so
were the tater tots and the Diet Dr Pepper fountain drink, which
I enhanced with squirts of cherry and vanilla flavor. Then I
went back to the hotel, but my key cards no longer worked. I had
to get a new one at the front office. Once there, I took
it easy the rest of the afternoon. I wanted to make sure I
wasn’t too tired tonight for the star party at the observatory.
I also wanted to catch up on the travelogue, and I needed to
make a reservation for where I would stay tomorrow night near
San Antonio. I did all of these things, and I also read from the
Sky At Night book I’d bought yesterday. At times, I found myself
trying to fall asleep in the easy chair, so I knew that resting
was the right thing to do.
At last it was dinner time. What to do for supper? There were a
few other restaurants in town; I took a look at the menu for the
Fort Davis Drugstore, and while they had some good items on the
menu, I wasn’t in the mood for any of them. I went back to Cueva
de Leon to try something else on the menu: their fajitas.
They were pretty good, I must say. If I came back to Fort Davis,
I’d definitely want to visit this restaurant again. It had been
reviewed in Texas Monthly at least twice, as I could see from
the reviews that were posted behind the counter. They were good
reviews, and I agreed with them.
What was not looking good was the weather. The sky was very dark
in places, and it rained very hard and very briefly on the way
to the restaurant. As I returned to the hotel, I saw a bright
rainbow to the northeast. Thanks to having my iPad along, I was
able to take a picture of it, but not before a sharp bolt of
lightning came down right in the middle of the rainbow. What
would this mean for the star party? It wouldn’t mean
cancellation, which would never happen except when the weather
was too dangerous for travel. There would be indoor activities
in case skies didn’t permit telescopic viewing.
As the time for the star party approached, I put on a
long-sleeve shirt, as we’d been warned that it could be chilly
at night up on the mountain, even in mid-summer. I put on
the Route 66 MidPoint Cafe shirt I’d bought on Monday, and then
shortly before 9, I drove to the observatory. There seemed
to be some breaks in the clouds on the way there; perhaps we’d
be able to see some stars at the star party after all. The
parking lot was crowded when I arrived; many other people were
hoping for clear skies. Of course, the professional
astronomers were hoping for clear skies! They never
cleared completely; there were lightning bolts toward the
horizon all evening. But I eventually saw Venus in the
distance, and I saw another star that I didn’t recognize before
the program began (it may have been Vega, I determined later),
and so I could say that I saw stars at the star party.
When the program began at 9:45, the host pointed out a few more
stars that had become visible, such as Arcturus and the stars of
the handle of the Big Dipper, as well as Spica and the planet
Saturn. We didn’t head for the telescope park right away,
though; there were going to be two indoor programs, a virtual
star party and a demonstration of spectroscopy. I went to the
spectroscopy demonstration, for it seemed that everyone else was
heading for the virtual star party. We were all given
diffraction gratings, which functioned similarly to a prism and
separated light into its component colors and wavelengths. Our
host then put up several types of lights filled with different
gases, allowing us to see how their spectra varied. It was clear
from comparing the spectra that different elements emitted at
different wavelengths. At one point, we were given a test:
describe what was in a fluorescent bulb. The characteristic
emissions of mercury were definitely present, but there was also
a continuous spectrum. That came from an internal coating to
give a more natural light.
After the program ended, the skies had cleared enough to allow
for telescopic viewing, so we went to the back of the visitor
center and saw several telescopes set up for use. Some were the
observatory’s, while others belonged to local amateurs. I saw
Saturn, Titan and some other Saturnian moons through one of the
observatory’s telescopes (large eyepieces), and I saw the moon
very clearly through two other telescopes, including a 23-inch
homemade Dobsonian. Very impressive! The clouds played some
havoc with viewing, but we saw what we were going to see. Well,
the clouds and the nearly-full moon were going to prevent me
from seeing the Milky Way. Guess I have something to hope for on
future trips to this or other observatories. By 11, I’d
viewed through all of the telescopes but one, and that one had a
long line of prospective viewers, so I figured I’d received my
money’s worth and headed back to the hotel, listening to
Goldie’s Garage on the Underground Garage.
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Saturday June 22
Miles in and around Fort Davis: 151.7
Miles today: 398.2
Miles total: 2673.7
If I had went on the originally scheduled cruise, the ship would
be pulling into Galveston this morning. A few friends of
mine went on that cruise, and they appeared to have a good time.
But I had a pretty good time with the activities that I did in
lieu of the cruise. I’d been to parts of Texas that I’d never
visited before, and now that I had visited them, I’d want to
visit again. I would like to stay at either the San Solomon
Courts at Balmorhea State Park or the Indian Lodge at Davis
Mountains State Park.
Today, the West Texas portion of my vacation came to an end.
After I awoke around 6, I checked my e-mail and did my regular
web surfing. I went up to the office for breakfast, but they
weren’t really set up for it yet. All I ate was a blueberry
muffin that I took back to the room. I loaded up the car and
made sure I didn’t forget anything. The parking lot was
more full than it had been the last two days; they must do more
business on the weekends. By 8, I was on the road.
The sun was out this morning, and it bothered me a bit as I
drove up Highway 17 to Balmorhea. The drive was still as scenic
as ever; capturing a drive like this would be a good
justification to get a GoPro camera, I thought. As I drove past
Balmorhea State Park for the last time this trip, I saw some
people already swimming in the pool as well as a group of scuba
divers or trainees suiting up. If I ever visit again, I’d like
to gain the courage to swim in the pool and the ability to
confidently secure my stuff. But that was for the future; for
now, I drove through Balmorhea and onto I-10, where I would
spend the next several hours.
As I had finally connected my HF antenna cable yesterday, I
decided to listen to the 20 meter amateur band. And there
definitely was some activity once I got onto I-10. I was
listening to a ham from Mexico City talk about the rain from
tropical storm Barry, and later, I heard a ham from Japan. I
didn’t try contacting either of them, for I was sure my antenna
was not properly set up for transmitting. But later, I
experienced problems with the antenna mount. The force of the
wind was pushing the antenna out of my desired position. I tried
tightening the bolts that would control this, but the bolts
would not stay tight. I would eventually find a position
that worked and where the bolts stayed tight. The antenna
protruded rearward, but not past the trike on its rack.
Eventually, the terrain of west Texas gave way to the terrain of
the Hill Country. I continued eastward. Soon, 11 o’clock rolled
around; time for the repeat of American Top 40 on SiriusXM. This
week, it was June 1971, a pretty good broadcast. I missed some
of it while I was having lunch in Ozona at the Dairy Queen, but
the steak finger basket was worth it. At 1, the 60’s Satellite
Survey started; this week’s was June 1965, another good
countdown. And by 3, I was nearing San Antonio.
If I had wanted to, I could have pressed all the way to the
Houston area. However, I was going to stop for a few hours at a
park where a local amateur radio club was operating for Field
Day. Field Day is an event sponsored by the American Radio Relay
League, the main organization for radio amateurs in the US. The
intent is for amateurs, clubs and organizations to demonstrate
their ability to set up and operate a radio station under
adverse conditions. If I had not been traveling this weekend, I
would be helping with the Field Day operations of the Ford
Amateur Radio League and the Livonia Amateur Radio Club back in
Michigan. Instead, I visited the Field Day site of the Alamo
Area Radio Organization, operating as AA5RO. They had set up in
Raymond Russell Park in the northwest part of San Antonio. Due
to the location, they could not operate for the full extent of
Field Day (2 PM Eastern on Saturday to 2 PM Eastern on Sunday);
they had to vacate the park by midnight. It was very interesting
comparing their setup and their operating approaches to the ones
our clubs use. I won’t give the details here, since they would
be of interest mainly to radio amateurs (I did give the details
to our club, though).
While I was there, I enjoyed the club’s dinner of grilled
chicken, sausage (regular and jalapeño), and pinto beans.
One of the local TV stations came out to do a report on the
operation. Later, there was an incident involving two dogs. Dog
1 belonged to one of the hams, was on a leash and was acting
very cool -- although since he had black fur, he probably wasn’t
feeling that cool. Dog 2 belonged to someone from another group
in the park, was not on a leash and was wandering around.
He was also a pit bull. That dog passed me earlier near the
restroom; I wondered whose he was, since he wasn’t wearing a
collar. Then the two dogs encountered each other, and they
started snapping at each other. One of the hams there (not the
owner of Dog 1) went over to the owners of Dog 2 and complained.
He was concerned that the pit bull might turn vicious. Were his
concerns justified? I didn’t know.
Around 6, I figured I should continue to my destination for the
evening, and so I left, thanking the club president for a good
time and complimenting his club’s operation. I got back onto
I-10 and then onto Loop 1604, the outer loop for San Antonio.
The Hampton Inn was a few miles east, near Highway 281. This
time, the room number was 211, just shy of the 212 I’d had twice
on the trip. It was comfortable enough; in fact, when I decided
to lie down to do some reading, I felt very sleepy and didn’t do
much reading. In fact, the next thing I knew, it was 10:30 at
night. Time to turn off the lights and go to bed for real.
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Sunday June 23
I woke up around 6:45 and noticed that the floor felt rather
damp and clammy. So did my computer bag when I picked it
up from the floor. What was going on? I had a vague recollection
of this happening in another hotel several years earlier. No
matter; it didn’t keep me from taking a shower and starting to
watch the episode of Mad Men I’d recorded at home and retrieved
overnight; it was the next-to-last episode of the season. Later
on, I went downstairs for breakfast at the breakfast bar, which
was the typical Hampton Inn breakfast bar. It was much larger
than the Fort Davis Inn’s breakfast bar; then again, it was a
larger hotel.
Around 9, I was all packed up and checked out of the hotel. I
wasn’t going to stop at any more Field Day locations; I was
going straight on to Webster. I hopped onto Loop 1604 and took
that around town to where it intersected I-10, and then it was a
straight shot east to Houston. I stopped for gas and a bit of
shopping at Buc-ee’s, a famous gas station and convenience store
chain in Texas. There was a Buc-ee’s in League City that I’d
visited before, but it was small compared to one of the flagship
stores in Luling. This Buc-ee’s was very busy; I had to wait for
a bit to fill my tank, and then it was very busy inside with
customers. Half of the store was typical gas station
convenience store, while the other half had Buc-ee’s beaver
merchandise and other Texas-related items. I bought a
couple of items for myself and something to give to my sister: a
plaque that said “One spoiled rotten cat lives here”. It would
have been more appropriate if it had said “Three spoiled rotten
cats live here”!
As I drove, I listened to the last few hours of Field Day. Would
I hear K8UNS (the callsign for the joint LARC and FARL
operation) on the radio? As it turned out, no I wouldn’t. I
heard many other stations, though. That changed at 1 PM,
when most stations ended their Field Day operations. There
were still a few that operated, as any station that did not
begin to set up until the start of the event could operate for
three more hours. But most stations started setting up
before then, so they had to cease at 1 PM Central (1800 UTC).
The towns went by: Schulenburg, Weimar, Columbus, Sealy.
Then I neared Katy. I knew there was a Fuddrucker’s near Katy
Mills, and I thought there was a Chuy’s nearby as well. It was
time for lunch, and I felt like eating at either one of those
establishments. It turned out that I didn’t see a Chuy’s,
but I did find the Fuddrucker’s, so that was where I had lunch.
I had a burger topped with sautéed mushrooms (and then I topped
it with pico de gallo); it was good but messy. The drink
dispensers were rather fancy, with many more options than the
traditional fountain dispenser. There was an option for
Caffeine-Free Diet Coke, not something you see in most
dispensers, and there were sub-options for cherry, vanilla,
cherry AND vanilla, as well as others I can’t recall.
After lunch, I continued eastward, listening to the NASCAR race
off and on. I had several choices for driving to Webster, my
ultimate destination; I ended up going all the way to downtown,
at which time I got caught in a backup on southbound I-45 around
downtown. The backup came from folks wanting to get onto the
Southwest Freeway, so once I got past that intersection, traffic
rolled smoothly until outside of Beltway 8. That’s when I headed
over to Highway 3 for the last few miles to the Extended Stay
America on Bay Area Boulevard.
I had stayed at this hotel at least once in the past; I thought
it a bit nicer than the ESA on Nasa 1 in Nassau Bay. Now I’d be
spending another week here, this time in room 108. I
unloaded the car with the help of the luggage cart and then made
plans to go to the store to get a week’s worth of supplies. The
closest grocery store may have been a Super Target, but I chose
to go to a Kroger on El Camino in Clear Lake City. There, I
picked up cups, paper towels, some snack food, a jar opener and
a local magazine. The jar opener was for opening a pop bottle
that would not open. When I made it back to the room, I
discovered that I didn’t get the jar opener or the magazine. I
had to go back and get another jar opener. The trip proved to be
for nothing, though, as the bottle still would not open.
I finished watching the episode of Mad
Men from last week; now I was set for tonight’s
finale. Bad news: the hotel’s TV did not include AMC in
its lineup. I’d have to rely on my home recording and transfer
that to my laptop. There was nothing else I could do, so I then
contemplated where to go for supper. Joe’s BBQ in Alvin came to
mind, along with some closer restaurants. The closer restaurants
won out, because they were close enough for me to walk to them;
I didn’t feel like any more driving today. So would it be
Genghis Grill or Carrabba’s? It would be Carrabba’s. I would
have my usual meal of lentil and sausage soup, Caesar salad, and
grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and the vegetable of the
day. I’d never eaten at the Webster location before, but the
food was just as good as the Canton (Michigan) location or any
of the other locations I’d visited. Then it was back to the
hotel to settle in for the night.
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Monday June 24
I was awake around 4:30. I didn’t want to be awake, but my left
big toe cramped up on me, wanting to point vertically. I managed
to correct that, but then I had to go to the bathroom. I’m not
sure if I went back to sleep or not; I suspect that I did. Once
I got up for good, I downloaded the e-edition of the Houston
Chronicle (a PDF file of the paper) and retrieved the Mad Men
recording from home. I’d seen some reviews of the finale already
and had some idea what to expect.
Since this was early morning, I figured it wouldn’t be too hot
if I went on a trike ride around the area. So I got dressed for
riding and prepared the trike. I rode down Texas Avenue, one of
the minor major streets in Webster, its entire length. This put
me down near the Academy sporting goods store and Fry’s. After
going through the Academy and Rudy’s BBQ parking lots, I was on
the feeder road for the Gulf Freeway and kept up a good pace
there in order to get to another roadway -- past the clump of
restaurants I went: Cheddar’s, Chuy’s, Steak & Shake. Now I
was on Magnolia, crossing under the high-voltage lines following
the old Interurban railroad route, then turning up Walnut to go
past the schools. One of them, I had attended: the old Webster
Intermediate School, now the Clear View alternative high school.
Two, I hadn’t: Webster Primary and McWhirter Elementary. As I
stopped at the intersection with old Nasa 1 (new Nasa 1 was the
bypass), I could see Webster Bicycle still in the same building
it’s been in for nearly 40 years. My mom and dad got me a
Raleigh 3-speed bike there, and I used that for many years in my
teen years. Then I was pedaling through neighborhoods I’d
never been in before as I made my way back to the hotel.
After a ride like that, and on a day that started out sunny and
ended with a few clouds, I needed to take a shower. That
felt good, to clean off and cool off like that. And then it was
lunchtime. I drove to Gina’s Italian Kitchen on Clear Lake City
Boulevard (also known as FM 2351) to meet my former teacher and
nearly-lifelong friend Candy Silcott. On her recommendation, I
got the Mike & Jen meal of bow-tie pasta with chicken and
mushrooms and the Chicken Gianni soup. While we waited for our
meals to arrive, I showed her a selection of the pictures I’d
taken on my trip so far. She recognized the pictures from
Monahans Sandhills State Park, having visited there a few times
(cousins lived in nearby Kermit). Her son had just gotten
engaged last week (congratulations to him) and was in the market
for a truck; I offered to give him one of my Friends &
Family discounts from Ford. I would later learn that he’d
already bought a Ford pickup (good for him). The lunch was great
and so was the conversation.
After lunch, I watched the Mad
Men finale that I had retrieved from home. There were a
few glitches in the recording; I couldn’t tell if they came from
the original recording or from this downsized copy. None of the
glitches wiped out valuable information, as far as I could tell.
Later on, when it was time for supper, there was only one place
I wanted to go: Laredo’s. I took Bay Area over to Red
Bluff Boulevard down to 146. That intersection had changed
dramatically; 146 now was a freeway over Red Bluff. But the
traffic through Seabrook hadn’t changed; it was as heavy as
ever. As I got nearer to Laredo’s, something didn’t look right.
There didn’t seem to be anyone in the parking lot. I stopped,
got out, and found the explanation on the front door. They were
on vacation, too, and wouldn’t be back until July 5. Oh no! I’d
miss out on eating here this trip! Wait - I’d still be in Texas
on July 5, though I’d be leaving that day. Would it be possible
to come down here? Possible, yes, but I didn’t think I could
spare the time. And so I got back into the car,
disappointed. But there was another Mexican restaurant I could
visit: Chuy’s in Webster. It was part of the new clump of
restaurants in Webster, along with Rudy’s, Cheddar’s, and the
newest of all, Steak ‘n’ Shake. I knew the food would be good at
Chuy’s, and I wasn’t disappointed.
As I was driving to supper tonight, I was listening to a
rebroadcast of the SiriusXM town hall meeting for Not
Fade Away, a movie that had starred James Gandolfini
and featured the involvement of Little Steven in selecting the
soundtrack music. It was being replayed in memory of the
recently-deceased Gandolfini. I had wanted to see this movie
when it came out last December, but it wasn’t in Detroit for
very long. It may have been there for only a week, and I
remember not feeling well that week and waiting until I felt
better to see it, only to find it was no longer playing. This
had me wanting to look for the DVD, which I did after leaving
Chuy’s. The Best Buy on Bay Area had the Blu-Ray but not
the DVD. I specifically wanted the DVD because my hotel room had
a DVD player (although my MacBook Pro could also play
DVD’s). There were other places I could look in the area.
One of those was the Barnes & Noble across the street, but
they didn’t have it in any form. I didn’t leave
empty-handed, though; I found a book on hikes in the Houston
area. It seemed interesting, and some of the described hikes
might also work for bike or trike rides. Then it was back to the
hotel for the evening.
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Tuesday June 25
I woke up off and on, and then I woke up for good around 8 in
the morning. I must have needed some more rest than usual. I
took my time getting ready for the day, for I wasn’t definitely
sure what I was going to do. I was pretty sure I was going to
drive to the north side of town to pedal the Spring Creek
Greenway Trail, and in fact that’s what I did. I had my
breakfast in the room and did my usual e-mail and web checks.
Traffic wasn’t bad getting out to the Jones Nature Center in
Humble, the eastern end of the Greenway Trail. I took the Gulf
Freeway into downtown, then took Highway 59 north, passing by
three of the four pro sports facilities in town: the Toyota
Center for basketball, Minute Maid Park for baseball, and BBVA
Compass Stadium for soccer (my first time to see that facility).
I could also see several buildings of loft housing that had
appeared over the years. As I drove onward, Highway 59 picked up
a new identity: I-69. In the future, it will be possible to
drive from Michigan to Texas on one numbered freeway. Today,
though, I only needed to take it to the town of Humble, original
home of Humble Oil (now part of ExxonMobil). To be a bit
different, I took Old Humble Road into town, hoping to see some
of the older parts of town (I’d seen pictures on one of the
history blogs I read). I didn’t see too many of those
sights, although I did see an artesian well (Lambrecht’s
Artesian Well) free-flowing at the corner of what was now
Houston Road and Business FM 1960. The sign said it wasn’t
drinkable.
Before I went to the nature center, I wanted to get some cold
drink and to use the restroom. The Walgreens looked to be
a good candidate, but their restrooms were not open to the
public. The Shell station across the street was too busy,
with no place to fill up or to easily park. Now I had to go
rather badly, so I drove down the street to look for another
station. The Texaco had outrageous pricing for its gas:
competitive with nearby stations if you used their gas cash
card, but 50 cents a gallon higher for regular cash or credit.
It wasn’t illegal; it was marked on their signs, but that’s a
terrible practice that I’m glad is not common in Michigan. The
Exxon across the street did not engage in that practice, and so
they got my business. When I went inside to use the
facilities, there was a problem: the guy using the single-person
men’s room didn’t lock the door, so I was surprised when I
opened the door (he was just washing his hands; otherwise, it
would have been a nasty surprise). I waited impatiently
for him to finish; just as I was about to ask him to hurry up,
he was finished. I went in and made sure the door was locked! I
did not want to give a rude surprise to the next guy. After that
necessary business was concluded, I bought a bottle of Ozarka
water and a caffeine-free Diet Coke, and then I drove off to the
Nature Center.
By this time, it was close to 11:30 in the morning. I should
have known I was asking for trouble from the noonday sun, but I
was figuring the trail would be shady. Well, parts of the trail
were shady, but not nearly enough of them. The extremes of the
trail were not paved, but the bulk of it was. There were also
regular variations in the altitude; going west, I got the
impression it was mostly downhill, although that would be
against the flow of the creek. The cold drinks didn’t stay
cold in that sun! The water was in my insulated bike water
bottle, but even still, it started to get warm. The
fountain water at Pundt Park at the other end of the trail was
downright hot! At one point during the ride, I saw a deer eating
alongside the trail. I stopped and got my camera out. As I got
ready to take the picture, the deer bolted and ran for the
trees. I did get a picture of it in mid-stride, but I wished I
had had the longer focus lens with me. The ride back to the
nature center was difficult, thanks to the heat, the unpaved
sections and the altitude variations going the other way. There
was one short incline where I couldn’t pedal up it; I had to
walk the trike up the small hill, which wasn’t that easy because
low-riding trikes aren’t easy to walk
It was after 2 PM by the time I returned to the nature center.
Was I ever glad to put the bike back on the rack and put
everything away! I made sure to put the lock and cable
back on (this locked the trike to the rack). When I filled the
bike water bottle with the Ozarka water, a quarter of the bottle
contents was left behind; sitting in the shaded vehicle, it was
cooler than what was in the water bottle, although not by much.
Still, it was good. I was on the verge of being wiped out,
and I enjoyed every bit of it. As I drove off, I had plans to
visit a Best Buy I knew was nearby. As I waited at a
traffic light on FM 1960, pondering where I would have lunch,
there was a knock at my window. It was a constable’s deputy
telling me something was dragging from my trike rack. I thanked
him for the information and pulled into the Sam’s Club parking
lot that was conveniently nearby. It turned out to be one
end of the bike lock cable; the insulation had been eroded
completely through, and bare metal was visible. I didn’t do a
good job securing it at the nature center, it seems. This
time, I made sure that both loops of the cable were on the lock,
and then I drove onward.
Where would I have lunch? I saw a Genghis Grill, but it was on
the wrong side of the road. I saw a Souper Salad, and I figured,
yes, that’s where I will eat. Before I went in, I changed
shirts in the parking lot: off went the sweaty bike jersey, on
went a Hawaiian shirt. Now in the past, I did receive an
unasked-for senior discount at another Souper Salad, but that
didn’t happen here. I paid regular price and went to enjoy the
salad bar and blueberry muffins (those were very good).
Afterwards, I visited that Best Buy but did not find the DVD of
Not Fade Away that I was looking for. By this
time, it was after 3:30, so it was time to head back to the
hotel to avoid rush hour. In this, I was not successful;
traffic was very slow just outside of Loop 610 and then outside
the South Belt. Time to get over to Highway 3 and take that the
rest of the way.
Back at the hotel, I downloaded and identified today’s pictures.
I also swore to do my bike riding earlier or later in the day;
that heat was just too much! I thought about riding on
Seabrook’s Pine Gully Trail tomorrow, but that idea fell through
when I discovered that major construction would close
significant parts of the trail for eight weeks beginning
tomorrow. That disappointed me. Later on, when suppertime
neared, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Then suddenly, I was
sure: Joe’s Barbecue in Alvin, a long-time favorite of mine. The
parking lot was very full; it was shrimp night. But there
wasn’t a long wait to place my order. No, I did not order
shrimp; I’m sure their shrimp is good, but I don’t go there for
shrimp, I go there for the barbecue, most often when it’s atop a
baked potato. And that’s what I ordered last night, a
baked potato topped with chopped beef. They also offered the
potato with pulled pork, which seemed sacrilegious since this
was west of the Mississippi. I had to find a seat in the
upper level, the first time I’d ever gone up there, I believe.
The waitresses didn’t come through very often for refills,
though; I ended up going downstairs and refilling my cup myself
with water. The food was still good, though. When I went
to pay, I was momentarily confused, for I didn’t see the
cashier’s area where it had been for several years. It turned
out it had been moved into the other room, and after paying, you
exited from the side and went back out front to the parking
lot. On the way back to the hotel, I stopped for some
bottled water at the HEB store in Friendswood.
Later that evening, I discovered that my I hadn’t put enough
sunscreen around my knees that morning. They were sunburned, and
they were hurting. I had put some sunscreen on them, but clearly
it wasn’t enough. I didn’t notice sunburn anywhere else on
my body, fortunately. That would have really screwed up my
sleep; as it was, it hurt to have sheets touch my knees.
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Wednesday June 26
Today was going to be a slow day for me. I popped awake around 6
o’clock, but I didn’t really want to get up, so I went back to
sleep. I woke up for good around 7:30. My sunburned knees were
still hurting. I would have seriously considered pedaling the
bike trails in Seabrook this morning, but major portions of the
trail to Pine Gully Park had just closed this morning.
Frankly, I didn’t feel like doing much of anything today.
As I ate my breakfast, there was major news: the Supreme Court
voided the Defense of Marriage Act, meaning that the federal
government could no longer discriminate against gay
marriages. ESPN was also covering the arrest and arraignment of
now-former Patriot Aaron Hernandez on murder charges (they cut
him as soon as the charges were announced).
For lunch, I had the leftovers from Monday’s lunch at Gina’s,
and then I did some reading lying on the bed. I’m not sure, but
I may have fallen asleep. When I possibly awoke and definitely
got up, I had some dishes to do from lunch, which I did.
Now why did I not feel like doing much today? I had been doing a
lot over the last week and a half, and I was probably due for a
breather. Hearing the reports of temperatures in the high 90’s
dissuaded me from mid-day bike rides, for sure -- and, at least
for today, mid-day anything. And then later in the day, I
started to get a pain in the neck. That convinced me not to go
to the Sugar Land Skeeters game tonight. I wasn’t really in the
mood, anyway.
When suppertime rolled around, I walked over to Genghis Grill.
Now I WAS in the mood for that; I felt hungry enough for two
bowls. It turned out I was hungry enough for three.
Perhaps it was GG’s approach of supplying the starch in the same
bowl as the meal in a defined serving versus the BD’s approach
of serving the rice separately (rice AND tortillas, usually).
Whatever it was, it was good. Then again, since I selected the
ingredients in the serving line, I couldn’t blame anyone but
myself if it wasn’t. Now if the meats had been horribly scorched
or burned, I could properly blame the grillers, but that wasn’t
the case. The meal was ideal! With a to-go cup of Coke Zero in
hand, I walked back to the hotel, thinking about what I might
want to do tomorrow. Galveston loomed large in my mind. So
was getting some cash and looking for a TV antenna. Why the
antenna? I carry around a digital TV tuner that works with my
MacBook Pro, and I can watch off-the-air digital TV wherever I
am. And there was a program on Saturday night I wanted to
record: Channel 11 would broadcast a special on 60 years of news
stories it had covered (this was its 60th year of operation).
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Thursday June 27
Earlier in the vacation, I was waking up very early; that wasn’t
happening now. I guess I was finally settling into my vacation.
I got up around 7 and did my regular e-mail and web checks and
pondered what I would be doing today. I didn’t have very
many definite plans for the day when I woke up. I had breakfast
around 8:30 and was reading the Chronicle on my iPad. The iPad
works rather well for reading PDF versions of newspapers; I
regularly read the Detroit papers that way in addition to the
Chronicle. After 9, I was out and about. The first
stop was the Kroger gas station in League City near Clear Creek
High School. I was in need of gas, and I could obtain a 30 cent
per gallon discount by filling up here, thanks to my purchases
at Kroger over the last two months. Next up, Walmart.
As I rode down 270, I saw a man on a recumbent trike turning
onto Highway 96. His trike was configured in the tadpole style,
with two wheels up front and one in the rear. This was the
opposite of my trike, which was configured in the delta style of
one wheel up front and two in back. It wasn’t a very low-riding
trike; he sat at close to the same height that I did in my
trike. He didn’t see me, as I was always behind him. He
turned, and I kept going straight. I wonder what he would have
thought had he seen my trike on its rack on my SUV. There
was construction on FM 646 as I approached the Walmart; the
roadway was being widened. Good for the long haul, I imagine,
but it did make getting into and out of the Walmart shopping
center somewhat difficult in places. But there were other
places where it wasn’t a problem at all, and soon I was inside
Walmart getting some aspirin (the supply I’d brought with me had
started to smell of vinegar), sunscreen (I was running low),
insect repellent (I didn’t have any), an antenna (I needed that
for recording the show on Saturday), and lastly, cash.
Next stop, Fry’s. Their video collection was extensive as ever,
but it didn’t extend to Not Fade Away in any format. I resisted
the temptation that is always present there and left Fry’s
empty-handed. By now, it was lunchtime, and I drove back
to FM 518 and visited Kelley’s Country Cooking. I would be
meeting former next-door neighbor Chris Mallios here for lunch.
Pulling into the parking lot, I saw a Ford Ranger pickup with
Obama-Biden stickers. That was probably him, I figured; he and
his family were longtime Democrats. And it indeed was him.
We had a pretty good talk as we waited for and ate our omelets.
When I got mine, the choices for side dish were hash browns or
grits. Both good choices, but I was in more of a mood for hash
browns; Chris got the grits. He spoke of wanting to buy our old
house next door and have his daughter live there; the current
owner lived in Tennessee and was renting the house out, and the
current tenant might have been moving soon due to a
transfer. I hoped it worked out well for him. As for
the omelet, it was good, but I couldn’t finish it all; I took
what was left over in a box and brought it back to the hotel to
put in the refrigerator. No way would it keep in the car for
hours, not at this time of year!
When I was planning to visit the east coast, I wanted to take a
whale-watching cruise. That would have involved seeing dolphins,
as well. Now whales were nowhere around Galveston, but dolphins
sure were, and I wanted to see some on this trip. I could have
taken a free cruise on the Bolivar Ferry and seen them, but I
chose to take a channel cruise on a smaller vessel. As I drove
down the freeway to the island, things looked more or less the
same as when I’d last been there. One thing was new: the Tanger
Outlet Center in Texas City. I made a note to visit there later.
As for Galveston, it looked about the same. I made my way over
to the Strand and looked for a place to park; the parking lots
at 21st and Harborside seemed convenient enough. I could
not help but notice the cruise ship docked in the harbor. It
turned out that this was the Carnival Triumph, the ship I would
have sailed last week had plans worked out as they were
originally supposed to. It looked to be in good outer
condition, and since it was now two weeks back in service, it
had better have been in great inner condition. I did see a few
families walking around the Strand who were planning to board
the ship later on. That was different from my previous cruising
experience about Disney, as its port terminal was nowhere near a
downtown. Cocoa Beach didn’t count; it wasn’t much of a
downtown, and it was beyond walking distance from the cruise
terminal.
When driving to the harborside, I saw some signs on the Strand
for public restrooms. I was now in need of a visit to those
restrooms after lunch, so I walked up and down the Strand trying
to find them. But I couldn’t find them, not right away. Paying
closer attention to the signs led me to the location of the
restroom, which was closer to Harborside than to the Strand. It
wasn’t just a porta-potty, either (well, for wheelchair users,
it was); it was air conditioned. And on a hot day like this, air
conditioning was fantastic! But one can’t stay in there forever,
nor would one want to. When I was finished, I walked over to the
booth for Baywatch Dolphin Tours, purveyors of a 45-minute
harbor and dolphin-watching cruise. Tickets were $10; I bought
my ticket and went over to the berth at the pier. Actually, I
went over to the shaded area at Willie G.’s first, staying out
of the sun until the boat came back to the dock. There was
a TV crew on the restaurant patio doing an interview with
someone; I didn’t recognize the program. At last the boat
returned to the dock, and we boarded. We had a pretty full boat
as we set sail. My camera was at the ready, and the bag with my
lenses was close by. There were drinks for sale onboard, but I
didn’t partake.
When I took my first dolphin-watching cruise in 2005, I wasn’t
happy with the pictures I took of the dolphins. I would
frequently find that what I captured was the disturbances in the
water after the dolphins had gone back under. By 2010, I’d
learned how to set my camera to take continuous pictures, which
helped me to get great pictures of dolphins on a trip to Santa
Catalina Island. And today? Well, I got a few good shots
of a pod or two of dolphins as they swam around the Galveston
Channel. Some were near the cruise ship, while others were
closer to Pelican Island. I only saw one dolphin leap completely
out of the water, but I wasn’t able to capture it with the
camera. We didn’t leave the channel; we got close to the Bolivar
ferry dock and Seawolf Park, but that was it. The shade and the
breeze made for a very comfortable cruise, but after 45 minutes
it was over. I walked around the Strand some more, popping into
a few stores, but then I was feeling awfully warm, and so I got
into my SUV and hit the road. I drove down the Seawall, past the
Pleasure Pier and past the San Luis Resort. A turn onto 61st
Street, a stop at a McDonald’s for a milkshake, and I was
heading back to Webster. As I drove past the Gay Buick/GMC
dealership in Dickinson, the thermometer on their sign read 212
degrees F. That wasn’t true, of course, but it sure felt
like it!
Back at the hotel, I cooled off for a while, downloaded the
pictures and checked e-mail, not necessarily in that order. The
coolness of the hotel room was a welcome relief to the heat of
the street. The pictures from today turned out very well,
I thought, and I posted one of the dolphin pictures to Facebook.
The e-mail brought some disturbing news for me and for all
Bahá’ís: the House of Bahá’u’lláh in Baghdad, where He lived
during the first years of His exile from Iran, had been
destroyed under circumstances that were not immediately
clear. It was to have been a place of pilgrimage for
Bahá’ís in the future; once rebuilt, God willing, it still will
be.
That evening, I went over to Kemah to meet with school classmate
Shawn Merrell for an evening of jamming. We were supposed to
have shared a cabin on that cruise last week, but he was still
recovering from a broken leg suffered earlier in the year. He
was still wearing a protective boot around the leg, but he could
still get around reasonably well. But a protective boot on a leg
does not interfere with playing the guitar, which he did very
well. I listened to a song that he’d been recording on his iMac;
in this stripped-down form, it was sounding pretty good.
We jammed on a couple of Beatle songs and a few licks and
patterns. He told me of his hopes to get back into a band, of
using cover versions of songs as a way to keep the classic rock
of the ‘60s and ‘70s alive for future generations.
Around 8, after stopping for a necessary refueling, we headed to
Stomp’s in Bacliff for a late dinner. Being late, there weren’t
many people around; I’ve been there when there’s been a wait for
a seat. I got sautéed mushrooms on my burger, and I
ordered tater tots on the side. Yum! It was too much for me to
finish, so I boxed it up and took it with me (but I ended up
discarding it when I checked out). Our table talk was rather
heavy and serious: religion. He wanted to know more about my
being a Bahá’í, for I was the only one he knew, and I told
him. Back at the house came more jamming and some
exchanging of messages on Facebook with mutual friend and
classmate Dale Fortenberry. Then it was time to leave. I was
getting a bit tired, and he had to go to work in the morning.
When I was driving back to the hotel, I thought the sound of the
flasher for the right turn signal was off; it was clicking too
quickly. I’d heard that once before a year or so earlier,
only for the left turn signal. That time, the left rear
flasher bulb had burned out. And now I suspected that another
bulb had burned out. I’d have to go look for a new bulb the next
day, I feared.
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Friday June 28
Recall from June 14 that I was a season ticket holder for the
Lansing Lugnuts (a 6-pack mini-season ticket holder, in fact).
Another game in my package was tonight, but there was no way I
would be attending that game; I’d have to fly from Houston to
Lansing to do so. As it turned out, the game was rained out, so
my flight would have been in vain. Then again, it would have
been 33 degrees cooler up there than down here in Texas (63
versus 96). I would exchange that ticket for another one later
in the season.
I woke up around 7:30 in the morning. What would I do? Since the
forecast called for temperatures to near or exceed 100, I was
not going to do any trike riding today. I had the leftover
omelet of yesterday for breakfast, and then I showered. While I
dried off, I hooked up the antenna and TV tuner to my laptop and
scanned for local channels. There was quite a bit out
there, more so than in Detroit! A number of channels had Spanish
or Asian fare. Some of the subchannels were carried in Detroit,
such as This and Antenna TV, but the Spanish and Asian ones
weren’t. One channel, Immigrante TV, seemed to be nothing
but an infomercial for an immigration attorney (although the
hostess was very pleasing to the eye). Another subchannel
carried CCTV News (news from China’s state-run network, in
English).
After configuring the TV setup to record tomorrow night’s 60th
anniversary program on channel 11, I set off for today’s
adventures, starting with a drive into town. First stop:
the Houston Arboretum, home to a number of nature trails.
I intended to walk on the Outer Loop trail, and I did for
perhaps two-thirds of its length. It was alternately sunny
and shady on the trail, and at 10:30 in the morning, it was a
bit warm, but not outrageously so. Then again, when I got
into the car, my shirt was a bit damp. Next stop: the
Micro Center on the West Loop north of San Felipe. I was looking
for ideas about improving my media storage at home, making it
more robust. There wasn’t anything I needed to get today, and I
didn’t get anything.
The next stop was actually multiple stops, and goes for that
matter: I’m referring to the traffic on San Felipe and
Westheimer as I made my way west. I could see that traffic on
Westheimer headed towards the West Loop from the west was
extremely heavy; that ruled out a visit to Central Market for
me. I drove by Evans Music City but didn’t stop there; perhaps I
was avoiding the temptation to get a new guitar. I’d bought
three guitars there in the past. I stopped at a Barnes &
Noble near Voss but didn’t get anything there. I came close to,
but I didn’t. I was looking for an auto parts store to get a
replacement bulb for my right rear turn signal, but the only one
I saw was on the wrong side of the road, and I couldn’t easily
get to it. I was listening to UH’s classical radio station in
the car (formerly Rice’s public radio station), but this music
was not soothing my savage breast. At home, it might have, but
in heavy traffic in hot weather, it wasn’t. I was becoming
more and more irritated the longer I drove.
I cut short the drive and took Gessner up past Memorial City and
on to the Katy Freeway. Based on my experience from earlier, I
didn’t get onto the West Loop, but going to downtown wasn’t that
much better. Once again, traffic on I-45 around downtown was
lousy, and so was my mood. I was tired of it; I was really tired
of it. I wanted nothing more than to get back home, or to my
home away from home. I may have needed a vacation from the
vacation. Before returning to the hotel, I stopped at
Kroger’s on El Camino and got some more pop and snacks for the
next couple of days.
Note that I did not have lunch today. I was out late enough
where lunch would be on the verge of turning into an early
supper. And that’s what I ended up doing tonight. After
stopping at O’Reilly Auto Parts for a replacement turn signal
bulb, I drove down to Jimmy Changa’s in League City. No
need to face the construction on 646; I took Walker Street over
from Highway 3. This was very familiar to me from bike rides and
trike rides on prior visits, and I could see construction that
was taking place or had taken place since my last time here.
Part of that construction was Jimmy Changa’s. The last time I
was here, there was a sign in front of a vacant lot. Now,
it was a large building with a full parking lot. Even at 4:50 PM
on Friday evening, it was full? Was I going to have problems
getting a table in a timely manner? As it turned out, no; I was
seated right away. The restaurant was the second in a
budding chain; the first and original was in Pasadena, and a
third would soon be in Katy. The chips came with a traditional
red salsa and a creamy green salsa; that was a good sign.
I ordered a cup of the poblano soup and the Jimmy’s Deluxe
dinner. The cup of soup was more like a bowl of soup, and it was
very good. The Deluxe dinner reminded me of Laredo’s deluxe
dinner, with items spread out over a cold plate and a hot plate.
The kitchen was perhaps too efficient with my dinner, as it was
served well before I was finished with the soup, well before I
was ready to eat it. Better too early than too late,
though. The servers kept my drink filled, and I enjoyed
the experience. The sauce for the enchiladas reminded me of a
Swanson’s TV dinner, and that’s meant in a good way. Dessert? No
way! I was way too full. The dinner was very good, slightly
better than Chuy’s, I thought. This meal was good enough to make
me not miss Laredo’s too much. And if Laredo’s were ever to fall
victim to the widening of Highway 146, I could easily declare
Jimmy Changa’s as my new favorite Mexican restaurant in the
Clear Lake area.
Next, I went to the Best Buy down the street to make one more
attempt to find Not Fade Away
on DVD. I failed; all they had was the Blu-Ray version. This
time, though, I noticed that it came with an iTunes-compatible
digital copy. That would let me watch it now, if I wanted to. My
search was over; I bought the Blu-Ray. After that, I drove down
to the new Tanger Outlet Center in Texas City to see what that
was like. It reminded me of the outlet center in Round Rock
where I frequently have obtained Crocs shoes. It turns out that
Round Rock is also a Tanger outlet and that Michigan has two, in
Howell (which I’ve seen and visited) and West Branch (maybe
seen, haven’t visited). I visited the Columbia store to
see if they had the pants that I like: convertible between pants
and shorts, with loose front pockets that don’t spill their
contents. They did, but not in the sizes that I was looking
for. Next, the Crocs outlet store; there were some
interesting items here, but I wasn’t ready to get anything
tonight. Later came a visit to the Disney Outlet and an
opportunity to get two water bottles and holders, one with
Mickey and one with Grumpy. The one with Grumpy was going to be
a present for my uncle.
Back at the hotel, it had cooled off enough for me to consider
replacing the burned out turn signal bulb. In order to do that,
the liftgate had to be completely open, and that meant removing
the trike. I did that, putting it between my car and
another one so that it wasn’t sticking out on the roadway, and
then I unscrewed the lamp housing and removed it. Yes, a
bulb had definitely burned out, and after replacing it, I
functioned the turn signal to make sure nothing else was
wrong. No, everything seemed fine, so I screwed the
housing back in, closed the liftgate, put the trike back onto
the rack, and I was done. I was no longer courting a
ticket for a burned out bulb, nor would I be incurring the wrath
of drivers behind me who weren’t seeing the turn signal.
For tomorrow’s TV recording, I tried mounting the antenna in the
window frame; that was ineffective. I’d have to go with the
antenna atop the DVD player in the middle of the room.
Would it work? I hoped so. I didn’t fiddle with that
any more this evening.
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Saturday June 29
Once again, I got up around 7:30. It was going to be
hotter today than yesterday, so the trike would remain on the
rack. After having my breakfast, I checked the digital TV
reception. Big problem: channel 11 would not come in. Neither
would a lot of other stations, but channel 11 was crucial: that
was the one I wanted to record tonight. Would I figure out a
solution in time?
I did figure out a solution to another problem that had bugged
me for the last week. Recall on Sunday that I had a bottle of
Diet Dr Pepper Cherry that I absolutely could not open. This
morning, I tried freezing it: nope. I tried running hot water
over the cap: nope. In desperation, I went outside and brought
my toolbox in. There was a box cutter in there. Would that poke
through the plastic of the bottle? Yep, it sure would. I made a
second cut, and soon I was squeezing the bottle over a cup in
the sink. Some of the pop went astray, but most of it ended up
in the cup. At last, I could drink the pop! And the lid on
the empty bottle still would not budge, but it didn’t matter
anymore.
This morning, I went over to Baybrook Mall for the first and
only time on this trip. I parked in the family’s historic
spot, or more accurately its modern equivalent. The vast
majority of times we went to Baybrook, we’d park on the south
end near one of the doors of Joske’s (later Dillard’s). That
building had been replaced by a Foley’s (later Macy’s), but the
door was close to the same place, so I continued to park there.
Things didn’t seem too different inside as I walked around. I
spent some time at Brookstone, eventually getting a wrap for the
head that is intended to cool you down. I visited the Apple
Store to check out the latest stuff; I wanted to see if they had
the latest Airport Extreme router (they did). Suddenly, the guy
next to me calls my name; it’s David Coney. longtime friend of
the family, former Clear Creek and Trinity University football
player and current stockbroker for Edward T. Jones. He was there
getting his iPhone repaired after it fell into Galveston Bay the
night before. I asked him to say hi to his parents for me.
It was now after 11, and I could consider lunch. Where to
go? How about Tookie’s? I hadn’t been there yet, and I was
running out of time to go. I got there around 11:45, and
it was already pretty busy. I ended up sitting at the bar and
having a #99 burger and tater tots. Unfortunately, the
waitress/bartender got my order slightly wrong and I received
onion rings at first; I said I should have received tater tots
and sent the rings back. It took a few minutes, but the tots
came out, and they were pretty good. So was the #99
burger, even if it was messy. Afterwards, I tried to
navigate my way to the Seabrook Kroger’s using the back streets
of Seabrook. The attempt wasn’t fully successful; I didn’t go
east enough to get to the proper streets that would take me
there. I did end up in the Bay Elementary parking lot twice and
got onto Highway 146, where it was an easy matter to get to the
Kroger’s. But I could see southbound traffic starting to build.
The Seabrook Kroger’s was an older store, though it wasn’t the
original one in town; that building was across the street, part
of the Miramar Shopping Center, and I remember when it used to
be called Henke’s (the local predecessors of Kroger). I
was looking for a gift card for my friend Keith’s older daughter
Hannah; her birthday was today, and I’d be going up
tomorrow. I found one from Target that would work. Then I
navigated more Seabrook back streets, past the fairly new
library branch and past two parks in order to get to Todville
Road, which would take me down to the bridge and past most of
the traffic on 146. It did, and soon I was in Kemah,
passing through Clear Lake Shores and into League City. I
took a short detour through the Glen Cove subdivision; I have
memories of visiting a friend of Mom and Dad’s from Michigan who
had moved to that subdivision; this was many years ago, when I
was a toddler. I continued through town, made a swing past
the old house (no one was home, it seemed), and took Bay Area
Boulevard up to the Barnes & Noble. I was looking for a book
on the US-Soviet space race that had been mentioned in a recent
article on Space.com; I couldn’t remember the title, but I
thought I’d recognize the cover. Well, I didn’t find it there,
but I did find some magazines. I eventually bought the Kindle
edition of the book, though I’m sure B&N would have wanted
me to buy the Nook edition.
Back at the hotel, I started packing a few things in the
suitcase, for I would be leaving in the morning. I tried to get
good digital TV reception for tonight’s recording, but I
couldn’t. What was good yesterday was total crap this afternoon.
What was I going to do? I was inspired to take the laptop and
antenna out to my car, set the antenna on the roof, and see what
I could get. What I could get was -- channel 11 in perfect
quality. If I wanted to record that show tonight, I’d have
to come outside and set up. And that’s what I did. For the
hour from 7 PM to 8 PM, I was sitting in my SUV with the windows
rolled down, my MacBook Pro on the center console, the TV tuner
plugged in and an antenna on the roof, watching the 60th
anniversary special for channel 11. The station had begun as
KGUL in Galveston; the building was still there, and some of it
was still used for audio and video production today. Even the
old sign for 11 Video Lane was still there at 45th Street and
Avenue P 1/2. But the station had moved to Houston and become
KHOU before I was born, although I can remember it being
referred to as located in both cities. Familiar personalities
from the past were interviewed, such as Dan Rather and Linda
Ellerbee; others were in the studio, such as Steve Smith and Dr.
Neil Frank. All in all, an interesting hour, one worth the
effort I made in recording. And the best thing of all was, the
laptop battery held out!
Now I could eat supper. Tonight, I’d head to CiCi’s Pizza in
League City down by the Walmart. It wasn’t terribly busy, and I
enjoyed the flat, crispy crust pizza they were serving. It
wasn’t gourmet pizza by any means, but it was decent enough. It
was close to 9:30 when I got back to the hotel room. I stayed up
doing some web surfing and some work on the travelogue before I
crawled into bed and called it an evening.
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Sunday June 30
Today started the next phase of my vacation, as well as the
next-to-last phase. I would be leaving Webster and the Houston
area and driving up to Austin to spend nearly a week with my
friend Keith and his family. My day started around 7:30 when I
got up. I had a muffin for breakfast, thereby finishing the
muffin package I’d bought yesterday. Then it was time to load
the car, time to get the luggage cart and fill it up with
everything or nearly everything, time to roll it out the side
door and to my SUV, time to stuff everything into the SUV, take
it back, get whatever I didn’t get the first time, and check
out. I was finished with that by 9, or a little before 9,
and so I hit the road.
This segment of the trip started with a side trip that was out
of the way. Last night’s special on channel 11 mentioned the old
studios and the old street signs that were at the corner where
their old Galveston studios were located. I wanted to see these
for myself and take some pictures, and so here I was on Sunday
morning, heading to Austin by way of Galveston. I stopped once
again at Kroger’s on FM 270 to get gas, but then I went over to
the freeway via Highway 96. The road wasn’t too busy at
this time of morning, and soon I was crossing over the causeway
and onto the island. I turned at the traffic light for
45th Street and proceeded beachward. I was looking for Avenue P
1/2 (in between P and Q). Some of the houses on the way
there were rather nice, but the neighborhood deteriorated some
the closer to the beach you got. And there it was: the sign for
Video Lane and the old studio. But did I stop right away?
No, for I felt the need to use the restroom. I ended up
driving down Seawall Boulevard a short distance to the Kroger’s,
where the gas was actually less expensive than in League
City. Also, I felt a little more comfortable preparing the
camera in that parking lot than near the old studio. And so,
with empty bladder and readied camera, I drove back to the old
studio and took some pictures there. This was a part of history
I didn’t really know, for channel 11 had moved to Houston before
I was born.
There wasn’t anything else I wanted to do in Galveston, so I got
back into the car and drove back over the causeway. To be a bit
different, I chose to get to I-10 via Highway 6. This took me
through Hitchcock, Santa Fe, Alvin, Manvel, Arcola, Iowa Colony,
Missouri City and Sugar Land. Constellation Field, the
home of the Sugar Land Skeeters, was right next to Highway 6; it
looked to be a nice facility, one I’d like to visit some time,
preferably at a cooler time of year. Then I continued northward
on Highway 6 up to I-10. Here was where I’d begin the trip to
Austin in earnest. Or maybe not: it was getting close to
lunchtime.
Where would I eat lunch today? I saw a Cheddar’s and came close
to eating there, but they looked to be very busy. I saw a Steak
‘n’ Shake across the street, but I wasn’t really in the mood to
eat there. Near the Steak ‘n’ Shake was a whole strip mall
of restaurants, but none of them caught my fancy. I drove
west an exit or two. Hm, Rudy’s Barbecue sounded good, but
it was on the wrong side of the freeway. So what, I figured, and
made the turnaround at Mason Road. Then my eyes saw the sign for
Carino’s, or Johnny Carino’s as they’ve begun to call themselves
again. That’s what I was in the mood for today, I decided, and I
pulled into their parking lot. I got my usual meal of
chicken and sausage Skilletini with Caesar salad, one of my
versions of comfort food.
It was cloudy when I entered the restaurant, but it had become
sunny when I left. It was still a warm day, too warm to visit
any parks along the way. Stephen F. Austin State Park near Sealy
would have to wait for another time. I continued on I-10 until
Columbus and Highway 71, at which point I got onto Highway 71
for the drive to Austin. I stopped at Weikel’s Bakery in La
Grange for a loaf of bread, which I knew my hosts would enjoy. A
few more miles down the road in Bastrop, I stopped at another
Buc-ee’s flagship store for some more gift and souvenir
shopping, including a Texas hysterical marker for my
condo. Back on the road, traffic coming from the west was
backed up. Farther to the west, I saw a few police and fire
vehicles, as well as trucks from two TV stations.
Something had clearly happened here; I would later learn that a
fireworks factory had caught fire. I drove onward, and soon I
was passing the Austin airport and entering the Austin area.
[Details of my Austin stay have been redacted to protect the
honor of Ping the cat, who was not happy about my depiction of
him during his illness this week]
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Friday July 5
Mileage from Luling to today: 1040.1
Mileage total to date: 3776.5, and reset to zero
Mileage today: 518.9
Mileage total, return trip: 518.9
Today, I would start the return trip to Michigan. The day began
with my waking up after 7 and engaging in my normal routine,
although today was not normal in that I was packing up and
loading the car, taking care not to forget anything. I could
have left around 9, but then I would have missed a breakfast of
pancakes, bacon and eggs. And so I stayed, and I enjoyed that
breakfast I otherwise would have missed.
I said my goodbyes and left Keith’s house shortly after 9:30,
but I didn’t immediately hit the road. No, I stopped at the HEB
store at the Four Points intersection to pick up some more
Whataburger ketchup, mustard and fries. No, I wasn’t going to
get a large amount to sell online, although I could see how some
would be motivated to do so. I just got enough for me for now,
along with a few other items for the road. I remembered to bring
my bags in (one Kroger bag, one SAS shoe bag) for the stuff. And
now, it was 10 o’clock. Time to hit the road in earnest.
Traffic wasn’t bad on 620 or the 45 tollway or even I-35 in
Round Rock. There were a few construction sites on I-35 along
the way, but nothing major, and I had an uneventful drive.
At noon, I was in West, site of the recent explosion. I stopped
at the Czech Stop to use the restroom, and I might have bought
something from there, but the line was so long (wrapping more
than halfway around the store) that I passed. But I was
thinking about lunch, and I had a very good idea what I wanted:
Genghis Grill. But where was the closest one to my path? It
turned out to be in Rockwall on I-30 near Lake Ray
Hubbard. I’d have to get through Dallas first to reach the
restaurant. I-35E up to and into Dallas was a decent
enough drive. I-30 out of Dallas started that way, but just as I
neared the lake, traffic came to a near halt. I turned on the
SXM traffic channel for Dallas, Houston and Phoenix. That told
me there was a car file ahead that had blocked a lane.
Fortunately, there was an exit ahead that I took. I could take
the feeder road on the north side of the freeway. Oops, no
I couldn’t; that road came to an end. I ended up taking a detour
around the north end of the lake to reach the restaurant, and
even then I had to circle around once or twice -- not the lake,
some roads near the freeway -- to find the Genghis Grill.
I used the iPad as a GPS tracker to take me there. The
restaurant was smaller than others I’d been to, but the food was
the same, and it was good.
Back on the road I went. My destination was Little Rock --
specifically, the Days Inn near Little Rock airport. That was
some 500 miles from Austin, the distance of a good day’s
driving. That was a little on the short side, actually; it would
be even better if I could have made 600, but with the late start
I thought I would get and in fact did get, I should set my
target on the low side. And the late start plus the delays
in Rockwall confirmed the wisdom of my choice. And so, here I
was in the mid- to late afternoon driving on I-30 through
northeast Texas heading toward Texarkana.
I listened to Radio Classics for the vast majority of the trip.
They had abandoned most regular programming for 48 hours
beginning Thursday night for a special celebrating Jack Benny
and the release of a DVD set of 18 of his TV programs once
thought lost. Most of the programs on the radio were, naturally,
from his radio show, but every few hours, I would hear the audio
from one of the TV shows. No doubt its main purpose was to allow
Shout Factory to sell more copies of the set, and I was sure it
was succeeding at that. I was considering ordering the set
myself.
Around 5 o’clock, I was in Texarkana and was leaving Texas. The
drive across Arkansas was uneventful, although I did have a
mother and her children ask to look at my recumbent trike at a
rest area stop. No, I didn’t remove it from the rack; they could
see it well enough while it was mounted. I continued driving
onward, past the signs for Hot Springs, which made me remember
the one time I’d spent a night there. By 7:50, I had reached my
destination for the evening and checked into room 225. One
of the things I did right away was to access one of my home
systems and login to my financial institution in order to make
one payment and arrange for another. I wasn’t sure, but I feared
I was late on a payment (I don’t think I was, though). That’s
what vacation does to you.
What would I do for supper? I had two alternatives: Boston’s, a
short drive away, or Waffle House, a walk across the parking
lot. I didn’t feel like driving any more, and so the Waffle
House it was. Crew members outnumbered customers at that
time of evening; that certainly would not be true in the
morning! I had a waffle with sausage and grits, and the grits
were good. The last time I had to choose between hash browns and
grits, I chose hash browns, and those were good, too. Then
it was back to the room for the night.
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Saturday July 6
Miles today: 411.0
Miles total, part 2: 930.0
I woke up around 6:30 and did my normal morning e-routine
(e-mail and web surfing). Then I packed up and went for
breakfast in the lobby, where I had 2 muffins, a dish of Frosted
Flakes and a cup of orange juice. After my final packing and
loading of the car, I checked out and left shortly after 8. I
had over 800 miles to go reach Detroit. Could I make it today? I
had in the past, but I doubted I would today.
It was getting to the point where I needed to fill up. There was
a gas station near the hotel, but I chose to drive onward for a
period of time to make some progress. I stopped at a station in
the town of Wheatley, the first town beyond Brinkley, and filled
up as well as use the restroom. Later, though, I found
that I needed to use the restroom again in short order, although
it wasn’t really “again” because this time, it was for “number
2”. I found a rest area, pulled in and parked a good
distance away from the facility (it was busy), walked over and
did what I had to do. As I walked out, I went to pat
my pockets as I sometimes do in order to make sure my wallets
were still there. This time, though, the big wallet wasn’t
there! Surprise and fear ran through me. What would I do?
I remembered having the wallet out at the last gas station, and
so I started to run back to my SUV. But then I remembered
just having used the toilet, so I turned around and ran back to
the restroom. I saw my wallet laying on the floor of the stall I
had used. Relief! It hadn’t been more than five minutes,
maybe closer to three. But I had the wallet back, and I was very
glad. The pocket had a flap that allowed the contents to be kept
inside; it looked like I’d have to use that flap more frequently
than I had intended.
As I approached Memphis, I had a decision to make: take I-55
north and commit myself to a path through Terre Haute,
Indianapolis and Fort Wayne, or stay on I-40 and commit to a
path through Memphis, Nashville, Louisville and Cincinnati? For
whatever reason, I chose to stay on I-40. At first, the drive
through Tennessee was uneventful, but as I neared Jackson, it
started to rain -- heavily. Traffic on the freeway started
slowing. I thought it best to exit and get some lunch.
There was a Cracker Barrel nearby, so I exited at the exit for
US 45. It turned out that the street to get to the Cracker
Barrel was experiencing some flooding as well, but not so much
that the way was blocked. The Cracker Barrel was very
busy, and I put my name in for what I was told would be a 25 to
30 minute wait to be seated. As I sat in a rocking chair
on the store’s front porch (painted in Tennessee Vols colors, I
might add), I saw that the rain was slacking off. Would it make
sense to hit the road then and forego the meal? Then my name was
called, and I was shown to my table. I had a Cracker Barrel
Sampler for lunch (meatloaf, country ham, chicken and
dumplings), which I enjoyed.
After I’d finished my meal, the sun was out, and the road was no
longer flooded. The dirt on the trike and the rack which had
been present since Palo Duro Canyon was now gone. Now it was
time to get back onto the road. Not much was happening on the
drive, though I did have a couple of close encounters with
things. As I drove along, I saw a tree fall from the median into
the roadway. It was a dead tree with small branches that mostly
shattered as it hit the asphalt. Some of the branches got into
my lane, but they were mostly twigs by that time. I ran over
them without incident. Later, I saw an animal on the right
shoulder line. It was upright -- it was a small turtle, still
alive and trying to cross the freeway. I did not hit it, but I
feared it would not survive the attempt. I’ll never know the
fate of that turtle.
I passed through Nashville with little incident; the only thing
I had to contend with was construction on I-65. My next
refueling stop was a Kroger in the town of White House. But as I
stood at the pump, I had a sudden urge to hit the
restroom. The gas station itself had no facilities, but
the main store did, and I drove over to it, parked and went
inside. It wasn’t too hard to find them. Now I could continue my
drive in comfort.
Within 20 minutes or so, I was crossing the Kentucky state line.
I stopped at the rest area there, not to use the restroom again
but to make a hotel reservation for the night. Where would I
stay? It was around 4; the rain in Jackson had delayed me. I
looked for hotels between here and Louisville; I didn’t think
that I could make the Cincinnati suburbs. Even Louisville seemed
a bit of a stretch, as I was starting to feel tired. Based on a
comparison of rates and amenities, I chose the Hilton Garden Inn
in Bowling Green. My trip started with a night in a Hilton
Garden Inn, so why not end it the same way? And it was only 22
miles away.
The hotel turned out to be a good distance from the freeway.
Room 442 was comfortable enough, and when dinnertime came
rolling around, I decided to stay in and eat. A special deal of
500 HHonors points if you spent $25 or more at the hotel
restaurant helped with that decision, as well. The
restaurant wasn’t crowded at all. In fact, no more than 3 people
were eating at any one time. The food was definitely good
enough, and I was satisfied with eating in. I could rest up for
the conclusion of the trip tomorrow.
As I typed up the notes for today’s travels, I saw reports of a
plane crash at the San Francisco airport. CNN was on top of it,
of course, and I watched their reporting of it. Initial reports
suggested that the pilot had come in too low and had clipped a
seawall. That got me to thinking -- many big news events had
taken place during my vacations. During a trip in 1995, Israeli
prime minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated; in 1997, Princess
Diana and Mother Teresa died; in 2001, while I was on the
Bolivar Ferry, Andrea Yates drowned her children; in 2005,
during a trip to Chicago, Chief Justice William Rehnquist passed
away; in 2007, while I was on pilgrimage in the Holy Land,
former Pakistani prime minister Benazir Bhutto was assassinated;
and I could go on. I shouldn’t be surprised by this, for
momentous events happen during any arbitrary period of time.
Ones that happen during a special period of my life, such as a
vacation, I’m more likely to remember.
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Sunday July 7
Miles today: 475.0
Miles total, part 2: 1405.1
Miles grand total: 5181.6
II woke up at 5:30 in the morning. That hadn’t happened for
several weeks, but the daylight streaming through the window
made sure it happened today. And I wasn’t too upset by it, for I
wanted to get an early start. Breakfast at the hotel restaurant
wasn’t served until 7 AM on weekends, so I wouldn’t be eating
here. I finished packing and loading the car, checking out
and getting under way at 6:20. During the first few minutes of
the drive, I listened to Radio Classics and a Suspense episode
featuring Dan Duryea. I think it was new to the channel. And I
learned that Peter Duryea, who’d appeared in the first Star Trek
pilot, was Dan’s son; I did not know that before.
What did I do for breakfast? I nibbled on what I had in the car
-- Whataburger Whatafries and the occasional cookie -- not
bothering to stop anywhere. I crossed into the Eastern
time zone, setting the car’s clock right away. The watch would
wait until a rest area on the other side of Louisville. And when
I drove through Louisville this time, I really drove through it,
foregoing the two loops and going all the way into downtown to
pick up I-71. The drive through northern Kentucky was
uneventful, and so was most of the drive through Ohio, although
I did have to contend with some construction in Cincinnati and
Dayton. I knew about the Dayton construction from my visit
there in May for Hamvention.
For lunch, I stopped at the same place where my uncle and I
stopped on the way back from Dayton: a Pilot truck stop in
Beaverdam, Ohio. It was near the historic intersection of the
Dixie and Lincoln Highways, and a mural inside the truck stop’s
McDonald’s commemorated that fact. Then it was back to the
freeway for some more driving -- up through Findlay and Toledo,
crossing the border into Michigan and having my car act up after
hitting a bid puddle in the road, stopping at the Michigan
Welcome Center for a bathroom break and some bike ride flyers,
and then arriving home shortly after 4. There was heavy traffic
on Ford Road near my condo, thanks to the Westland Festival. In
fact, if I’d arrived too much later, I would have had difficulty
getting to my condo. As it was, I wouldn’t have been able to
leave due to very heavy traffic, and so I had supper at home.
Now it was time to rest up for work tomorrow.
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