We drove 377 miles west today. We broke the 330 rule (i.e. drive no more than 330 miles or no later than 3:30 in the afternoon), but there aren’t a whole lot of choices once you leave San Antonio on I-10. We did see a billboard advertising caverns in Sonora, but we blinked and missed the town.
We arrived at Fort Sam Houston campground, just before 3pm on Saturday afternoon having completed the 177 mile trek from Corpus Christie to San Antonio. It took the office attendant some time to locate our reservation, but we were directed to spot 74. Unfortunately, that spot was occupied so back to the office we went. It turned out that the attendant’s difficulty was because the reservation on file, had us coming … Continue reading →
Before leaving Corpus Christie, we stopped to visit the USS Lexington which the Japanese referred to as a “ghost” ship for her tendency to reappear after reportedly being sunk. We purchased our tickets for $12 before leaving the base, saving ourselves a dollar. Arriving by 9:30am gave us the opportunity to see children, sleeping bags in hand, disembarking having camped on board the previous night. … Continue reading →
We arrived for our two night stay at the Naval Air Station Corpus Christie around 5pm Thursday afternoon. We had driven nearly 300 miles, down from Houston, in winds averaging 20-25 mph. There was no relief from the winds, when we arrived at the Marvin Shields Park RV Camp Ground. With campsites within yards of the Corpus Christie Bay and Gulf of Mexico, we were pleased to the sea wall holding firm. … Continue reading →
We spent just 3 hours this morning at the Space Center Houston, a must stop destination if you are passing through Houston. Like Pensacola, we wished we had allotted a lot more time for this visit. Aided by a wonderful website, and eager volunteer greeter, we charted our course to make the most of our time. But again we left wishing we had spent more time learning about the history and future of our space program. … Continue reading →
A not so funny thing happened as we were driving to Houston. We pulled off the highway onto a service road to change drivers. Denise didn’t realize that the tree branches she pulled next to might scratch the side of the motor home. Honestly, I was worried as we drove the final 100 miles to Houston. And when we stopped at our destination that night, my concerns were unfortunately well founded.