Monday, April 25, 2022

Sunday, April 24, 2022. Brunch with Wayne and a Party for Melody and Barb

Sunday, April 24, 2022

It was nice to be able to run the air conditioner plugged into Craig and Melody’s garage, which had a 20A circuit, even though the house was pretty ancient and had the old style screw in fuses instead of circuit breakers.  


Craig’s Mid-Century decor

Camp Benoit

We had intended on taking the RV back up to Sun City Center to meet Wayne, Jack and Sharon for brunch, but Craig and Melody insisted we borrow their Subaru Outback rather than unhook the RV.  That was really generous of them and thoughtful.  


The brunch was at Ashton Gardens in the club house dining room and featured prime rib, pancakes and chicken pasta, along with soups, vegetables, a full salad bar and dessert.  It was quite the meal, and was nicer than Madison House fare.  Wayne was in the last seating, so it was interesting to see how as soon as the seating ended and the staff started clearing away the food, a bunch of staff swept in with takeout boxes to fill with the left over prime rib.  You really can’t blame them- we know they work awfully hard and are underpaid, but it might be less conspicuous if they took the food back into the kitchen first before letting the staff finish the left overs.


We said our good byes to Wayne after brunch and drove up to the Apollo power station where there is a Manatee viewing platform and educational displays, as well as extensive boardwalks and viewing platforms, but after we got there, we discovered they were closed for the season as of April 15.  


We drove back down to Craig and Melody’s house, stopping at Costco to pick up some cakes and top off his gas tank.  Their family was hosting a get together to celebrate Melody’s retirement and her sister Barb’s birthday.  Melody’s son Jason prepared some really gourmet scalloped potatoes, grilled vegetables, and aged and dry rubbed steaks prepared to perfection.  He is quite the culinary artist.  Jason’s two children Ethan and Sam, Craig’s two brothers, Melody’s daughter Jessica, Barb, Steve, Jack and Sharon rounded out the party guest list, which made for a lively and enjoyable family gathering.  

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Saturday, April 23, 2022. Sun City Center and Sarasota area Relatives

Saturday, April 23, 2022. Sun City Center and Sarasota Area Relatives.

It was a little warm to begin the evening, but it did cool off into the mid 70’s in the evening.  We didn’t end up running the AC, but probably could have for a while.  A sprinkler system did come on at 11:30pm so we had to close the window over the dinette to keep the spray out.  The water used for watering may be reclaimed, and smells a bit of sulfur.  In the morning, Jack and Sharon had to go exchange their rental car, but ended up with the same car, but with permission to return it to the airport directly without the usual surcharge.  Ben looked at the wiring for the rear view camera which seems to be acting up more in the warmer weather.  The image sometimes bleaches out or the frame rates drop to stop and go for several minutes.  He hypothesized that maybe some water had gotten into the junction box or the connector had worked loose, but when he opened the junction box, everything looked OK inside.  Ben ended up applying a little Vaseline to the connectors, reconnecting them, and closing the junction box back up.  Ben moved the folding chairs into one of the storage bays and was able to fold the cargo carrier up to shorten the rig now that we were going to be driving into more urban areas and up the East Coast.  


We met Wayne along with Jack and Sharon at the Bob Evans restaurant near the freeway interchange.  It is a little bit like a cross between Applebees and Cracker Barrel.  We had salad and sandwich combos while Wayne indulged in country fried steak.  We then pulled into a nearby shopping mall parking lot,  switched to our auxiliary propane tank and ran the generator and air conditioner for an after lunch nap. The temperatures were in the mid 80’s with moderate humidity.


We drove down to Sarasota where Janet’s cousin Melody and her husband Craig were gracious enough to allow us to park in one of their driveways with power and water.  We had a mini reunion with Janet’s other cousin Barbara and her husband Steve together with Jack and Sharon at an Irish Gastropub nearby.  We also met some of Melody’s and Barb’s kids.  Melody just retired after a long nursing career including dealing with the worst of the Covid pandemic over the last couple of years.  She really earned that retirement!






We will be spoiled with power and water tonight.

Friday, April 22, 2022

Friday, April 22, 2022. Tire Trouble Part II. Tampa Area

Friday, April 22, 2022.  Tire Trouble part II.  Tampa Area

We were able to get through the night without air conditioning and used the bathrooms at Cracker Barrel before setting out for the day.  Google Maps said there was a trail very near by so we set that as the destination, but it took us down to the end of a dead end gravel road with mean dogs waiting.  It turns out the Withlacoochee trail is a 40+ mile paved old rain grade that runs along Hwy50, so we have no idea why Google Maps thought it was at the end of this gravel road.  We turned around and noticed that we did not have a tire pressure reading from the sensor on the outside driver side rear wheel, so Ben got out to check the sensor.  He was surprised to discover that the tire valve stem had snapped off, leaving the tire flat, and the tire pressure sensor and valve extension hose completely missing.  We retraced our path through the RaceTrack gas station and Cracker Barrel, but found no trace of the missing sensor and hose.  Ben had to google for an other tire shop and found one 5 miles down the road.  The shop owner said he was confident he could get us patched up if we could get to him, so we limped down Hwy50 along the actual Withlacoochee trail to the T&L Tire shop in the next town. 

 






The T&L Tire Shop isn’t much to look at, but the men there were very hard working good ‘ole boys who even ran into the next town to get the correct valve stem which turns out to be very rare.  The “office” area had taxidermy mounts of a deer, boar, and wild cat, as well as a 2020 dollar Trump bill on display.  We were fortunate that the tire was still in good condition despite being flat.  Since it was on a dually, the second tire had to carry twice the load, but we had kept the speed below 45mph from when the broken valve stem was discovered to T&L tire. They put on properly secured valve stem extension hoses on both of the outside rear tires so that we won’t have the same trouble later on down the road and let us buy a spare valve stem to keep in the RV in case of future problems.  We were there for 2 hours, but they only charged us for 1/2hr of labor.  They were roadside angels.



We were then able to make our way towards our next destination which was Sun City Center, where Jack’s wife Sharon’s father lives in a retirement community.  We stopped at a Planet Fitness on the way and got in a work out and showers, and also refilled our drinking water and coffee water bottles.  The temperatures were in the low 80’s.  There was a nice breeze and high cloud cover.  



As we approached Tampa, the traffic became bumper to bumper for about 15 miles, but we found our way to Wayne’s retirement community and were pleasantly surprised that there was a nice shaded visitor parking space next to a huge oak tree that our RV fit into easily.  Janet encountered one of the security men driving an electric cart around the parking lots and learned that we were OK to park overnight since we were visiting a resident.  That solved the question of where we were going to spend the night.  As we drove through Sun City Center, we had our eyes on restaurant, hospital and church parking lots as possible boondocking sites.  


Jack and Sharon’s flight into Tampa arrived in the late afternoon.  They had rented a car from a Hertz Tampa location that was 15 miles from the airport, but whose location closed before they could get to it.  So they had to arrange a one day rental from the airport to tide them over until they could pick up the off airport rental vehicle tomorrow.  They met us at Wayne’s place where we visited for a couple of hours, meeting his cat Kala and made plans to have brunch on Sunday, featuring prime rib and pancakes, and we’ll take Wayne out to the nearby Bob Evans for lunch tomorrow.



We returned to the RV and found lots of TV channels OTA, so we got to watch reruns of Charlie’s Angels and other 80’s shows.  

Thursday, April 21, 2022. Cottondale FL to Ocala FL- Low Tire Pressure Alert

Thursday, April 21, 2022.  Cottondale FL to Ocala FL- low tire pressure alert


We had a very pleasant and quiet stay at the Moonpie Farm and Creamery parked by the duck pond.  Lot’s of duck action all around us.  We set our sights on James Two Brothers Distillery in Ocala FL for our next overnight stop.  We got a text asking for an ETA, and then learned that they close at 2pm.  We had considered visiting the Florida Caverns, which were hear Cottondale, but had heard that they had been damaged by Hurricane Michael and weren’t well preserved, relative to the Karchner Caverns we had toured in Arizona a few years ago.  So if we drove straight away, we could make it to the distillery before closing.  I-10 veered more inland and the countryside took on the look of forested rolling hills rather than flat lands.


The DEF light came on and as we were zeroing in on Ocala. We pulled into a Walmart in Live Oaks FL for diesel, DEF and bathrooms with 19909 miles on the odometer.  We took 14.546gal @$5.159/gal.  


We were back on the road and on schedule to arrive at the James Two Brothers Distillery before closing until just 32 miles short of our destination, we got a low tire pressure alert from the tire pressure monitoring system that Ben had added to the RV.  We pulled off the freeway in Gainesville and inspected the tire, which was the outside rear driver side tire.  I couldn’t see a definite nail or screw in the tread, or damage to the sidewall, but confirmed the pressure had dropped to 48psi from 67psi.  We put the portable automatic inflator on the tire, but after 5 minutes the pressure was still only 50psi.  So we found a tire shop on Google Maps just 2 miles from where we got off the freeway and they were able to get us in for emergency service.  



It turned out the culprit was a tire valve extension on the wheel that had lost its O-ring seal, presumably due to heat and vibration.  At first, the guy at the counter said we were out of luck  because they didn’t carry parts like that, but then the tech showed the guy at the counter the same valve stem extension I had originally used by modifying it (needs to be bent 15˚).  15 minutes later, they said they weren’t able to get the replacement to fit (they were unwilling to bend it) but removed the faulty extension and mounted the tire pressure sensor after adding air.  They said we were good to go, but would have to buy a replacement valve stem extension at Camping World, or auto parts supplier.  They didn’t charge us anything for the troubleshooting or attempt to repair, so we gave them some peanut M&M’s and cold sodas for their trouble, as well as our gratitude.


We drove off and set our navigation for the nearest Camping World, hoping to get there before they closed.  It was at the south end of Ocala, a 30 mile drive, so we let the James Two Brothers’ distillery know we weren’t going to be able to stay at their facility.  The TPMS took a while to read the pressures from the tires, and once it did read the effected tire, about 5 miles down the road, it read 55psi.  It should have been aired up to 61psi.  As we continued to drive south, we got another low pressure warning saying the pressure had dropped to 40psi.  We got to Camping World by 4:30pm.  Unfortunately, Camping World was out of stock on the 180˚ tire stem extension that I needed.  The did have a different style stainless hose valve stem extender kits on sale, so Ben bought one in hopes he could adapt it to work. We then drove around Ocala to find a Napa auto parts, which did not have valve stem extensions, and all the tire shops had closed by 5pm, so we would not be able to get them to air up the tire.  


So in desperation, Ben parked the RV at a small ball field by a church and removed the tire pressure sensor from the effected tire, installed one of the stainless hose style extensions, and then used the Li-Ion battery inflator, which filled the tire from 30psi to 45psi before it’s battery gave up.  We then switched to a 12V plug in compressor to fill the tire to 66psi, which took almost 20 minutes.  We put the TPMS sensor on the end of the new hose style extension and hit the road again, hoping for the best.  



The TPMS showed pressures holding steady at 66psi in the outside rear driver side wheel which was where the troubles had been.  We set our sights on a Cracker Barrel Restaurant north of Tampa, hoping that they would allow us to park overnight if we dined there.


This was at the crossing of US98 and I-75.  Thankfully, there was a huge Speedway gas/truck stop right next to the Cracker Barrel with a huge truck parking lot.  We topped off with 13.474gal @$4.929/gal with 20083 miles on the odometer (12.9mpg).  We discovered that although the commercial truck lanes had the giant  high speed diesel nozzles, there were potable water taps at the commercial lanes and they also had window washer squeegees with long handles that could actually reach the top of our RV windshield.  We washed the windshield, but then pulled through to the automobile island to take on diesel when a big rig pulled up behind us.  We may go back tomorrow morning if there isn’t too much semi-truck traffic to top off our fresh water which was down to 2/3 from washing dishes and taking mini showers.  



The Cracker Barrel had a nice RV parking spot under a huge oak tree so we could run our driver side slide out and still be in only one parking space.  The hostess said it was OK for us to overnight in the parking lot.  Janet ordered chicken fried steak and Ben ordered fried chicken, which he had been craving since Texas.  The food was good and comforting, although the fried okra wasn’t as good as Stewby’s.  It was obviously fried from frozen, while Stewby’s tasted made from fresh.  The temperatures were in the upper 70’s but with the windows open, there was a nice cross breeze through the RV, and no need to run the air conditioner.  There were no TV channels OTA, and no wifi at the Cracker Barrel, so we’ll call it an early night.

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Wednesday, April 20, 2022. New Orleans LA to Cottondale FL

Aside from some rail yard noise, camping at the Faubourg Brewery  was a pleasant experience.  We were able to upload our pictures using their wifi while sampling their beers in a very clean and spacious tap room and dining room, although the restaurant was only open on weekends.  When we went to sleep, there were 3 other RV’s scattered across the very large parking lot.  We weren’t the least disturbed by any of the other RV’ers.  The Brewery also closes its gates at 10pm.  They gave us the code to get out or back in, but we certainly didn’t have to worry about people pulling in at midnight again.  



We topped up the tank at a Chevron near the brewery, taking 10.53gal @$4.899/gal with 19401 miles on the odometer( 14.1mpg).  Then we headed off across the bayous.  The land is remarkably flat.  We soon found ourselves in Mississippi where we found a highway rest stop with free trailer dump.  While we didn’t really have much in the tank, we had taken some showers and could use the black tank flusher to effectively empty that tank.  There was a hose at the dump station, but it was marked non-potable water, and the end of the hose was cut off without any sort of threads on the end.  Fortunately, Ben carries 1/2” & 3/4” barb to hose thread adapters, so he was able to use the water to flush the black tank and hoses without using any of our fresh water.  Our fresh water was down to 1/3 or less, so we were on the look out for potable fresh water, but were disappointed this rest stop didn’t have it available.  


The scenery driving I-10 across Mississippi and Alabama was pretty much unchanged with bayous, swamps and scrub trees on both sides of the Freeway.  There was very little traffic.  We did start to get glimpses of the Gulf of Mexico as we crossed Mobile Bay.  It was a bit gusty with lots of white caps, but the water was unexpectedly brown and muddy in appearance.  


When we crossed over into the Florida Panhandle, we crossed Pensacola Bay, dropping down on I-110 to Gulf Breeze and on to our scheduled fuel stop at Navarre FL.  Diesel was $4.799/gal and we took on 17.276gal with 19619 miles on the odometer (12.6mpg).


The waters in the Pensacola Bay were more the blue green color we were expecting, and as we got to Navarre, the water between the peninsula and Santa Rosa Island were a lovely blue against white sand beaches.  


We rendezvoused with two former Whidbey Islanders, Tom and Mary-Alice, who are Janet’s friends in Navarre.  They sold their Coupeville home and moved into a beachfront condominium to be closer to their daughter who is close to finishing her PhD in Mechanical Engineering at Auburn University. We had a delicious lunch at Stewby’s Seafood Shanty in Fort Walton Beach, which is in the touristy part of the Fort Walton Beach area, and got to see some of the beaches and also Air Force facilities associated with nearby Elgin Air Force base.  We learned that the AC-130 Specter gunships and other special ops groups are based there.  We did see some tilt rotor Osprey fly overhead, looking like giant drones, and got buzzed by some F-35’s.  Tom had grown up in the area as a kid and marveled at how much the area had changed over the years.  





Tom and Mary Alice were kind enough to allow us to refill our fresh water tank at their condo before we continued on our eastward journey.


We made our last fuel stop for the day in Chipley FL, taking on 8.673gal @$4.959/gal with 19731 miles on the odometer (12.9mpg).  Most of today’s driving was cruising at 75mph.  We then made it to Moonpie Creamery and Farm, our Harvest Host site for the evening.  



We had made it in time to watch the goats get milked and tour the farm, which hosts quite a collection of animals.  We were greeted by a pack of farm dogs ranging from pups to senior citizens, and the place was buzzing with chickens, ducks, turkeys, geese and guinea fowl running all over the place, and in pens there were goats, pigs and calves.  There were barn cats in the barn and a trio of pit bull pups guarding the farm store.  




What was really cute was when she set up to start milking the first goat, the two pups set themselves up at the base of the milking stand anticipating a sample of the first milk which gets squirted onto the stand after the teats are sterilized.  They wasted no time at all mopping up the milk.  It was interesting to see how she used a combination of massage and mechanically assisted pumps to milk the goats.  




The store featured fresh feta cheese, and many other cheese products made from the goat milk.  There were also sausages from hogs that were raised on the farm, jams and pickled eggs.  We ended up with a grocery bag full of goodies from the farm which we are looking forward to consuming on our trip.  


There was one other class C RV parked on the farm when we arrived.  They have designated parking spots that are quite a distance apart so there is no issue with privacy, but the farm is situated just off the freeway, so there is freeway noise.  Fortunately, the temperatures had dropped into the 60’s by bed time so we could close the windows.  

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Tuesday, April 19, 2022. Houston to New Orleans

Tuesday, April 19, 2022. Houston to New Orleans


We went to bed around 11pm.  While in bed, Janet asked “What’s that red light?”.  Ben wasn’t sure, so he got out of bed and was surprised to see it was the tail lights of a truck backing a huge RV within 8 feet of our RV at midnight.  It was exactly like the one that had parked about 40’ from us earlier in the day- a huge triple axle toy hauler with multiple slides on both sides- so Ben couldn’t figure out why that person would decide to move it so close to us and so late at night.  Then, with the giant 5th wheeler 8’ from our rig, they started up their generator, even though the temperatures outside were in the mid 70’s and there was no need for air conditioning.  That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  Ben got dressed and went out to see what the heck was going on.  It turned out that it wasn’t the same trailer, but it’s twin, driven by someone who presumably was friends of the other trailer’s owner, and who apparently were coordinating on a mutual trip. 


That didn’t really explain why out of a more than half acre parking lot, this guy decided to park within 8’ of our rig, but it was situated between the first trailer and our rig.  He said he thought that was the only area where RV’s were allowed when Ben asked.  Ben had to point out that not only was it inconsiderate to park the rig so close to ours, and so late at night, but that it was the very height of inconsideration to then fire up their huge generator to power their 3 air conditioners, even though there was no need for air conditioning.  Perhaps, to his credit, the guy, who was probably in his early 30’s, apologized and said he had to trouble shoot some appliances and promised he’d shut down the generator as soon as he had figured out the problem.  Ben gave him a bit of education on RV etiquette, not that it would help us tonight, but that perhaps this guy would think twice before being such an inconsiderate jerk in the future.  It’s hard to even conceive of how some people can have so little consideration for people around them, but perhaps narcissistic sociopathic behavior has become the new norm.


Ben retreated back into the RV, but the guy continued to run his generator for another 20 minutes.  At that point, Ben was weighing the risks of moving our rig, which had been parked very close to some trees with branches touching the slide, versus spending another sleepless night.  Fortunately, as Ben was about to rummage about for lopping shears to cut the tree branches that were blocking the slide so that we could drive forward, they guy did shut down his generator.  It was 12:30am.  


We got up at 8:30am, closed up our slide and left the Equal Parts Brewery parking lot.  There was no sign of activity in the two huge trailers other than the first guy’s trailer was running it’s generator.  


One notable thing about driving in Texas, aside from the high speed limits, is the fact that traffic lights are hung horizontally so that red lights are on the left and green lights are on the right.  During the day, it is all too easy to nearly overlook the traffic lights until you get. Used to them.




The drive from Houston to New Orleans was quite a contrast to the drive from Central Texas to Houston in that the terrain was completely flat, and the pretty colorful Texas wild flowers were soon replaced by tall thistles, swamps and bayou.  Long stretches of I-10 through Louisiana are elevated on concrete pylons over the swamps.  It was a bit surprising to drive past a couple spots along the freeway at 75mph where a handful of trucks would be parked and guys were fishing a spot just off the freeway.  You have to wonder how they ever discovered those fishing holes.  



Traffic heading out of Houston wasn’t bad, but we sure were glad we weren’t headed into the city because traffic that direction was terrible.  Through most of eastern Texas, traffic was light, but after crossing into Louisiana, traffic became heavy around the towns.  We took a bathroom break and breakfast at a Waffle House in Louisiana.  The place was terribly run down, but the waitress was very attentive and the food was cheap.  We were seated at a tiny booth right under the Hostesses podium, so Ben felt like she was looking over his shoulder the entire time, and anyone checking out had to pass their check and money over Ben’s shoulder.  To add to the discomfort, a pink haired tattooed waitress had made selections of head banger rock music that were played at very loud volume, seemingly in an attempt to drive customers out of the dining room.  Janet enjoyed her breakfast, but between the rude camper next door and the head banger breakfast serenade, Ben was in a bit of a dark mood.




We made a fuel stop at the Costco in Lafayette.  The Costco Fuel pumps were located a block away from the actual warehouse, causing us to completely circle the block the warehouse was on before a search on Google Maps revealed it to be on the next block where a huge Dick’s Sporting Goods was located.  We filled up with 18.5 gal @$4.659/gal with 19253 miles on the odometer (13mpg).  


At one point, Apple Maps directed us to a detour around a several mile backup where it appeared the freeway was entirely closed.  When we merged back to I-10, there was absolutely no traffic coming down from that direction.  


We crossed over the Mississippi- and it’s easy to see why it’s “The Big Muddy”.  



When we got into New Orleans, the traffic again got to be very heavy.  As we neared our destination, the Faubourg Brewing company, we got off the freeway and drove through the industrial area, which was delightfully free of traffic.  The brewery only serves food on weekends, so we had dinner in the RV (Costco ribs and Waffle House waffles) before hitting the tap room for a sample of their brews.   The weather was perfect with temperatures in the 70’s and only whisps of high altitude clouds.  No dangerous storms on the horizon.  The parking lot at the Faubourg Brewery is huge, as is the brewery.  There were two other RV’s already parked- a green “schoolie” (converted school bus) and a huge class C (probably 35’).  








There is a rail spur that runs in front of the building that probably delivers hops and barley by the rail car load.  They do have quite a selection of beers  in the tap room, and they also have trivia nights, although not on Tuesdays.  We were able to scan lots of OTA channels on the TV, so Ben got treated to Nora O’Donnell’s Evening CBS newscast.  It seems the news stories haven’t changed (War in Ukraine, police shooting, mall or school shootings), so being on the road, we haven’t been missing out on too much.  

Monday, April 18, 2022

Monday, April 18, 2022. Killeen to Houston

Monday, April 18, 2022. Killeen to Houston

Our Harvest Host experience at Camp Caylor was not a good one.  Although they were gracious in allowing us to spend the night in their parking lot, we weren’t able to patronize their usual business because of closing early and holding a staff Easter party.  We returned to the site after running into Killeen to do our Zoom call. The staff party was just wrapping up.  We set up camp, running out our slide and running our air conditioner until the temperatures dropped into the 70’s.  We were then able to open the windows and rely on passive ventilation.  Although the location is on the outskirts of town, it overlooks a very busy highway, so there was a lot of traffic noise.   We eventually were able to get to sleep around 11pm.  However, at 5:15am, we began hearing loud thumping music like a ghetto cruiser was parked just behind us.  Then the music became much louder, like someone was intentionally blasting us with a 10,000 watt audio system.  To add to the puzzlement, there was also a small dog that was barking incessantly.  Ben got up to see what was going on, and he saw that there was a steel building on the adjacent property about a hundred feet away on the other side of a fence, and for some reason, the back door was propped open with a huge commercial fan in the doorway.  Inside, Ben could see a man moving past the door way periodically while the dog was running around outside the door barking at nothing in particular.  The music was so loud, it would have rattled the windows in that metal building if it had any.  


We couldn’t figure out what was going on and thought the neighbor had a grudge against Harvest Host campers, so we got dressed and got ready to pull out, with a possible plan B of heading back into Killeen to park in the Planet Fitness or Library parking lot until daylight, but Ben was really worried about hitting deer during these hours before daybreak when deer are most active.  As we were about to pull out, the side door of the building closed and the music stopped as mysteriously as it had started.  It had gone on for nearly 30 minutes.  Maybe they saw our lights come on and didn’t realize they had campers next door.  So we decided to stay put until daylight so that we could at least see the deer.  Ben was actually able to fall back asleep for a while, but then at 7:30am, as the sun was staring to light up the landscape, the music started up again.  This time, we could make out a “CrossFit” sign at the end of the building.  So it was a CrossFit gym with fanatics working out at 5:15am and a second 7:30am session.  


We left for good at that time, and would NOT recommend Camp Caylor to any other Harvest Host members.  


We set our destination for Houston and made a fueling and bathroom stop at the Walmart on Stan Schleuter Loop heading south out of Killeen.  It took 5.085 gal @$4.499/gal with 18799 on the odometer (12.8mpg).  


The temperatures had dropped to 59˚F overnight.  There was dense cloud cover with occasional wind gusts to 25mph, but thankfully, nothing to suggest a tornado.  This part of central Texas is very lush and green thanks to humidity from the Gulf of Mexico.  It is this moisture that also contributes to the formation of tornados.  Ironic that the thing that brings central Texas luxuriant life can also bring such destruction and death. 


In planning for a place to watch the 2024 solar eclipse, cloud cover is going to be a major issue.  Yesterday morning started out with dense cloud cover, but by afternoon, the sky was cloudless.  That was also the pattern in Houston.  When we arrived just about 1pm, the clouds had disappeared revealing a brilliant blue sky.


The country between Killeen and Houston was predominantly range land and tree groves.  What was particularly striking was the color and profusion of wild flowers in the fields and road sides.  There are the Texas state flower, the Bluebonnet, and lots of bright orange Indian Paint Brush, and pink Drummond Phylox and Pink Evening Primroses contrasting with the lush green grasses.  There are rolling gentle hills, so it doesn’t really come across as flat.  We could see the attraction of living in this part of Texas, if it weren’t for the occasional tornado and severe hail events that can really ruin your day.  



Texans seem to have different attitudes towards driving and speed limits than in coastal states.  Texans like to have high speed limits.  Most of the highways have speed limits of 75 or even 80mph, and even in cities, the speed limit can be 70 between intersections controlled with traffic lights so you almost have to drag race to get from one light to the next, but then slam on your brakes to keep from skidding through the intersections.  We have seen occasional Texas State Patrol vehicles parked in the median, but you’d  have to have a serious lead foot to catch their attention.  


In several of the towns we drove through had lots of stop lights that seemed to be timed to force people to stop at every intersection.  There are also many towns where the roads have deep swales crossing intersections to deal with surface water drainage, but which can also launch your car into the air if you don’t slow down as you approach the intersections.  The effect is greatly magnified with a 12,000# RV.  


We did run into some pretty serious traffic in Houston, even with most expressways having up to 6 lanes in each direction.  We checked in with Equal Parts Brewing which is in an industrial part of town.  They don’t serve food- only beer.  So we decided to drive to the Costco in Pearland Tx, a suburb to the south that carries diesel, to refuel and get some Costco Chicken and Ribs for dinner.  The diesel there was the cheapest we have seen on this trip so far at $3.879/gal.  We took on 15.396 gal with 19012 miles on the odometer (13.8mpg).  


We found a free parking spot near Buffalo Bayou Park, and walked along some of the extensive trail system in downtown Houston.  This was a very nice park system with people relaxing on the grass, jogging, riding bikes and walking.  We saw plenty of wildlife including turtles and ducks.  






Houston also has an interesting and varied downtown skyline.  It was 80˚F but not too humid when we did our walk, but were happy to run the air conditioner for a while once we got back to Equal Parts Brewing and set up for the night.  


Shortly after we set up, a huge triple axle toy hauler being towed by a 1 ton dually crew cab Ford Superduty pick up backed up next to us.  They have 3 air conditioners, and a big generator to boot.  They were a young couple- probably in their early 30’s, who have been full timers since the pandemic cost them their conventional jobs.  They now have some sort of remote based source of living, perhaps as YouTube influencers, I imagine.  


The Equal Parts Brewery has quite an extensive collection of beers and ciders including lagers, hazy pale ales, IPA’s, stouts, sour ales, porters and hard ciders.  They also have a wide selection of local wines. You can do custom flights with 5oz pulls, but you’d never be able to get through their in house made collection and make it out the door on your two feet.  It’s a shame they don’t serve food because the venue has a very large and roomy dining room.  Perhaps that will come in the future.  


The Harvest Host parking is a very large gravel lot adjacent to a very large fenced lot for the local utility company with quite an extensive fleet of trucks and other service vehicles. Some employees were laying on the grass around the fence with their lunches and day-glow green vests.  






When we drove back from the Pearland Costco, the Waze app directed us through surface streets that ran parallel to the freeways which were parking lots.  This gave us quite a back street tour of many interesting neighborhoods in Houston including one that was gearing up for some sort of goth concert (goth kids lined up around the block and traffic dropping people off to get in line, across the street from some outdoors club that was also packed with young people).  We also drove past some warehouses that appeared to be dedicated to urban graffiti art displays.  There are also street trams and heavy trains that weave their way among the many flying overpasses, freeways and surface streets of Houston.  We did see a few homeless encampments under some of the freeways but these paled in comparison with those in Seattle, which have to be the worst we have seen so far on our trip in terms of piles of trash and filth.  In dramatic contrast, Houston is so clean!  Even in the industrial areas of town, there is very little litter.  




The temperatures had dropped into the mid to lower 70’s so it wasn’t necessary to run the generator or air conditioner.  The utilities fleet lot was brilliantly lit, so we did had to pull all the shades to darken the interior of the RV to sleep. 


We have traveled 4000 miles so far since April 5.  Since Houston is about halfway across the country, we will probably end up with more than 8000 miles by the time we get back to Whidbey Island in late May.  So far, aside from having do do a lot of driving, this has been an interesting and enjoyable land cruise.