We ate microwaved breakfast bowls of eggs, potatoes and ham while listening to the news of the potential US government shutdown. Luckily, we have seen all the National Parks we wanted to on this trip already. I transcribed some blog notes and uploaded yesterday's photos while eating and wondering why we don't have this microwavable Jimmy Dean food in Canada.
Once we connected with the regular loop near the strange bar where my current Facebook profile photo was taken back in 2004 or 2005, I noticed two things. First, there was almost no traffic. Second, there were no bluebonnets or other types of blooms whatsoever. It seems they go dormant when there isn't enough water. There was another deer, a roadrunner, innumerable cattle on or near the road and an owl that swooped down out of a tree right in front of me. But no flowers. A Gradall was cutting back trees near the end of the loop and I found out that the operator can drive the vehicle portion from the back seat while operating the arm. Cool.
Before heading back, we stopped at the Llano Radio Shack. The switch box I bought in Carlsbad for the TV inputs was for composite cables while we needed one for co-ax. Luckily, the fellow working the RS singlehandedly found the correct switch box and let me return the wrong one.
Electronics in hand and bellies full, we started back south on 16 at the state imposed maximum speed of 70 MPH (or maybe a little faster). We stopped at WalMart for some small cable ties and to look for a small Texas flag for our friend Bob in Gaspe. The smallest flag we found was 5 by 3 feet, a little big for what he wanted. Then we went back to the campground for a short rest before leaving for our supper date in Kerrville.
Ron used to be known as the Big Guy From Omaha and was a regular at our Eureka Springs Reunions. Then, in 2006, he decided to move to Kerrville, Texas to escape the Nebraska winters and we haven't seen him since. But he tracked me down yesterday and invited us to supper. I plugged the address into my mostly trusty Zumo and we headed out about 4:30 the other way on Texas 16 to Kerrville, where the GPS lured me into the dead end street the other day. We went past there and all the way through town before turning off on a road that led to other roads winding over a hill past some really nice homes. At the very end of the last road, we came to Ron's driveway.
Ron was there to marshal his two dogs as we got parked. Blondy, apparently the only other VROCer to ever be here, said Ron had a really nice house and she was right. We sat and visited for a while until his partner Jeanette and her daughter got home. Then we had a supper of lasagna and garlic bread that hit the spot. Ron, who was able to move because his customer support job can be done from anywhere he can get on line with a computer, said that he doesn't ride as much any more. Apparently, when you can ride all year, there isn't the same urgency as when it is a seasonal thing.
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