Itinerant RVers traveling the Turquoise and Chisholm Trails
Dates:
May 12, 2020 to
May 13, 2020
Mileage:
7,388
Location:
I35 RV Park
Elm Mott (Waco), TX
I still get tired easily, and we never have liked to drive more than a few hours anyway – and Waco fit the bill at 196 miles. Coming through College Station on Highway 6, we ran into a vicious thunderstorm. I was glad to stop when we did.
The Houston RV Show was at NRG Park and while we have an RV, we like to look and besides, there are usually booths advertising places to visit. I think we had more fun walking around the park.
ElizaBeth had wanted to see the Imperial Sugar Mill in Sugarland since we had been here, and we finally made it. The hours are limited.
Our bucket list – and it’s long – has had the Presidential libraries on it for a while. We have seen Clinton’s library together, and we wanted to see the G.H.W. Bush Presidential Library Center in College Station while we were in Livingston. The detour got in the way a little bit, but we thought we might get a weekend off before treatments started. However, since College Station is 90 minutes away, we had to find a way to take care of Sugar, Izzy, and little Pepper.
Heather and Jose wanted to join us for lunch, so we met at the Ol’ Rail Road Cafe in Rosenburg. I had seen the Rosenburg Railroad Museum on the map, and since ElizaBeth and I are always early wherever we go, we swung by there before lunch.
While moored in Houston, we wanted to keep the tours and adventures alive, and the Houston Museum of Natural History in Sugarland is just down the street.
I’m a firm believer that “wanting what you have” is the key to happiness, and if 2019 wasn’t the Christmas we planned, we had each other and that’s most important of all. Julia and Stephanie came down from north Texas and we went to Rain Forest Cafe, and we met Heather and Jose in Rosenburg at the Ol’ Rail Road Cafe.
Dates:
December 4, 2019 to
March 15, 2020
Mileage:
7,032
Location:
Highway 6 RV Resort
Houston, TX
Our plans were for a little downtime in Goodrich, make our way to DFW for Christmas, return to Alpine on New Year’s to celebrate the one year anniversary of starting our adventure, and then on to Big Bend for golf. As the saying goes, the best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men often go astray, and while we were going through routine medical checkups, what I first thought was a small mouth ulcer turned out to be cancer.
Since we live in the RV and our legal domicile is in Texas, we had three trips to Livingston planned around filling prescriptions, visiting doctors and dentists, and renewing vehicle registrations. I had noticed a small cyst under the base of my tongue and asked our general practitioner for a referral. She sent me to an ear | nose | throat (ENT) doctor in College Station, TX, and with one look he told me that the small lump “does not look good.” I realize now he knew and was preparing me for the biopsy results.
Still, however, there is nothing that can soften the words:
I am sorry to tell you this, but it’s cancer.
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