As we slept Saturday night and into Sunday morning at the luxurious Patrick B&B, we were awakened during the night to a harsh thunderstorm with rain pining against the windows, lightning cracking close by, and gusting winds. When we woke up in the morning and scoped out the damage, we were fortunate to find the Volvo in perfect condition. The trailer unfortunately wasn’t as lucky…
Alright, you caught me, there’s no snow in San Antonio (not yet anyway) and that doesn’t look anything like your trailer Dad. We woke up and had a nice breakfast with Paula and Wes followed by some great discussion. Wes is extremely knowledgeable of so many topics and we were in complete awe over his incredible ability to retain information. One interesting topic that we pondered was the bizarre recent phenomenon with the black birds falling out of the sky in Arkansas. None of us were buying into the loud sound theory…we’ve been through the industrial Mossville, LA. What are your thoughts/theories???
Outside we searched the Patrick’s yard for some of the critters we discussed the night before, but came up empty handed. Accustomed to the lush softness of the northeast, I was captivated by the sharp hostile environment of Texas from the short jagged trees, cacti, and poisonous berries to the deadly animals like the rattlesnakes and scorpions.
Before getting back on the road, we stopped at Salsalito’s to fill our Mexican food craving. When they brought the chips and salsa, Wes taught us about the secret of asking for their “other salsa.” Apparently most Mexican restaurants have a second unadvertised salsa that they only bring upon request. When the “other salsa” turned out to be a red base rather than the expected green, we took it a step further and asked for their “other other salsa.” Still not satisfied, Wes, our mixologist, prepared the best salsa by combing the salsa with “other salsa” and the “other other salsa” for the perfect heat and taste factors. We knew Wes was a true Mexican food enthusiast after hearing his stories of trying menudo, a soup made from pig intestines.
Stuffed from lunch, we made our longest trek in a few days north to Fort Worth, Texas. When we arrived at the hotel and stepped out of the car, we were shocked at the arctic blast that’s made its way all the way down to this part of the country. As I was parking, a truck rolled in covered in snow; not sure where he came from but I don’t want to go there. Not looking forward to the Boston weather on Tuesday.