A few phone calls netted us our next destination. We had originally thought about driving down to Corpus Christi for Thanksgiving but everyone was booked. I glanced at the map and looked to the east. Hmmm... San Antonio. One more phone call and we found home for the next few days. We opted to stay in one spot for the next couple of nights in order to avoid the holiday travel rush. The park we picked out was billed as a "Campground style RV park". Sounded interesting enough.
This place didn't disappoint. The long gravel road on the way in made the back of Roo filthy. Besides that, it was a very green and spacious place. With Shirley unhooked we went to Wal-Mart to stock up on supplies and buy some things for Turkey Day at home. There's something about Texas I don't think I've shared with you yet. People from Texas love Texas. The proud Texan flag with it's iconic single star is displayed everywhere. In addition to that there are stars located on nearly every public piece of property. I ran into a little bit of Texas pride at Wal-Mart and decided to buy into the madness.
Look closely at the top of the can. "The national beer of Texas". Keyword there: national. Texas considers itself a nation with the rest of the US just draped over it's shoulders as it carries the burden of holding it above Mexico. People here are fiercely conservative and open carry handguns on the sidewalks on the way to their trucks. Not just any truck, oh no. The trucks down here have special badging on them that decries them as "Texas Editions". What a bunch of lunatics. I love this place.
Shirley snuggles into the backdrop of another Texas sunset as she rests her weary wheels. The old girl has been towed 14,000 miles in the last 6 months and has driven another 5,000. Soon the whirlwind tour will be over and the monotony of dragging my ass to work will set in. Poor girl. It's so sad.