Daddy's trucking business takes him all over the place, and he's brought back some neat stories about what he's seen. Well, after he got this new truck that included double bunk beds, a new chapter in road trips was opened for our family...we can take turns seeing the world with him! First, Mama got to spend a fortnight in the passenger's seat. Then, week before last, Katie accompanied him while he "went into battle" (as he terms it). She set out appropriately armed, packing our one and only digital camera.
Anyhow, thought I'd document the trip with her pictures. But first let me insert a brief prelude:
Rewind a few weeks, to the "rigging up" of Daddy's current man o war...
Yes, it is a needle and thread. In a semi truck. For logical explanation, see next picture.
Daddy's CB radio cord was quite long, and he needed it to reach from the front of the truck to the back without flopping everywhere. So, Maura sewed it to the ceiling. Eureka, right?
Seamstress @ work.
Daddy, Katie, and Monsieur le Shop Vac.
Yo. Whatsup?
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So, Katie sat down and wrote some notes about these pictures she took. I drew from these to use on the post.
Shipping out to Texas!
I really like this picture Katie took of the rain spackled Mississippi bridge.
Inclement weather, crossing the (can you pronounce the name right first try?) Atchafalaya bridge.
"Dat wamp probby got some gaters."
Railroad crossing in TX. Eerily beautiful.
Katie's stock shot photo of Houston.
Katie also mapped routes on Daddy's laptop. The courses can constantly change, but it helps to stay on top of things.
Entering Galveston...and gazing at the impressive architecture.
Yeah. I'm glad I'm not in charge of washing those windows.
Search for the ferry, finding a dead end, appreciating nice view.
Warmer.
On the ferry at last. Free passage, too...nice.
On the ferry at last. Free passage, too...nice.
"Set a course South, South West!"
Daddy's smile gets so big when he's near salt water.
Ferry pictures....
A barge that passed close by.
Buoys at Port Bolivar landing.
Riding in the truck again.
Truck mirror photo shoot.
Doesn't this scene look like something from a black and white western movie? All that's missing is a stray tumbleweed or two. (Oh, Katie asked that you excuse the dust on the camera lens.)
The Bolivar Peninsula reminded Katie a lot of what the island of Chincoteague might look like...
....Especially when she saw this cute spotted pony.
They stopped at this quaint restaurant for omelet and French toast. Hmm. I'm sure it must have been a Mexican version of French toast...
Katie said the place was really neat. Judging from the pictures, I agree...isn't the trailing ivy beautiful? (The Senora told them it was one and a half years old! Wow!)
They picked up a load of a couple trucks, bound for Tennessee.
Tow Mater...
...wouldn't run and had to be towed.
Oil drilling in Bolivar Peninsula.
Heading to Tennessee!
Tennessee pastoral. This is such a scenic state.
Dropping off the load.
The Wyatt Museum (here's a link to the Website ) was just a few miles away from their delivery, so they stopped by.
They got two more successive loads that took them south. Closing in on home territory, they passed some "southern snow" as we like to term ripe cotton.
A neat note that Katie thought I might mention was that one of their loads was of steel, and delivered to a man who Daddy used to work with when he was in his early twenties. Like then, the guy is still into steel manufacturing. Isn't it so cool they way they were able to meet again after all these years?
A beautiful farm that they passed on the road home. And, speaking for myself, 'most everything is more beautiful when it's seen
on the way home.
Thanks for reliving Katie's road trip with me! Hope you had as much fun as she and Daddy did.
Yours, Callie
