Merry Christmas from Kerrville, here at the crack of dawn. In fact, dawn hasn’t even cracked yet, but I finally gave up trying to sleep in that spring-laden torture chamber of a bed and dragged myself down to the lobby to get some hot water and a cup of tea at about 5 a.m. I honestly thought it was 6 a.m. when I gave up and got up.
A gnome-like person of unknown gender and country of origin was flitting around from one place to another in the mis-labeled “breakfast room.” He or she was kind enough to toddle off and find me some water. I heated it up to lava temperature in the microwave, so hopefully it killed anything that might be living in it.
We spent the night here on our way down to the Gulf Coast. We’re going straight through southeast Texas at high speed (one hopes), then southern Louisiana, and staying in Biloxi, Mississippi for a couple nights.
We had planned to go over into Pensacola on Saturday, but it looks like it’s going to be raining. But, then, that’s one of the good things about not actually making plans too far ahead of time. We’ll go where we choose after tomorrow, and decide on the fly. Right now the only plan, per se, is to be back home at the ranch by New Year’s Eve. Both of us are actually off on January 1, as well, so we’ll just have to see.
This is the first time either of us have seen that part of the Gulf Coast–or as it’s better known in these parts, the Redneck Riviera. Corey’s been as far as Lake Charles, and I’ve been to New Orleans once–and we may well stop by there on the way back. Don’t know yet.
Hope your Christmas, however you choose to spend it, is wonderful. We are spending it in the way we love best–on the road, in each other’s company.