Well, the wagon master picked us up this morning and we set off on the first leg of our journey - to pick Judy up in Round Rock, then head on to The ranch in Oatmeal to camp for the night. Here are a few things I learned on the first part of the journey:
Apparently, 10:30 is not too early for beer, per the peacock hunter. (see yesterday's entry)
My mom's Uncle Willie, the Methodist preacher, lived in Chappell Hill with his wife. He was "just the sweetest thing, but that wife of his-she had a big, purple mole on the side of her face and she was mean, maybe even a witch."
The wagon master has started writing his memoirs - just a list of everything he can remember from the time he was born. He's got some good stuff! He told us a few stories while driving. Whenever he gestured with his right hand, for emphasis, our wagon would veer to the right.Good thing we weren't going over the speed limit.
He is also a great baker. He made chocolate pudding cookies, oatmeal cookies and peanut brittle for the trip. YUM!
In case you were wondering, you can never listen to Roy Clark's Greatest Hits too many times. We listened to it twice between Houston and Round Rock and had time for a third listen to the first few songs between Round Rock and Oatmeal. The peacock hunter met Mr. Clark when she owned a hunting lodge, and he gifted her with his cd's.
I also learned what a ring-tailed cat looks like. Judy and I scared the scat out of the cat when we opened up the barn at the ranch. Truth told, he scared me a bit, too.
Just before we turned in, we sat outside and listened to nature's symphony. Cicadas, birds, some other unidentifiable wildlife. Glorious!
Time to turn in. The wagon master has called for an early departure. So, though we won't make Amarillo by morning :), we should make Canyon by afternoon.
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