Well, it's the final chapter of this trip. It's going on two weeks since we arrived home and I figured I better sit down and write this post before I forget where we have been. We crossed into Texas still sticking to the blue highways. We found another COE campground on Steinhagen Lake near the small town of Jasper. The campground boasts 76 sites, but the campground was nearly empty. We found a nice lake view site and settled in for the night. The next morning after a leisurely breakfast, we headed to Collage Station with the primary goal of seeing the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library and Museum. It did not disappoint, one of the better presidential museums that we have visited.
DEEP IN CONVERSATION
There was a class being held in the replica of the Oval Office by the The Bush School of Government and Public Service. Part of Texas A&M University where the Museum is located.
Besides the history of his life and his accomplishments in office, there were a few larger items on display.
BUSH'S BOAT HE USED AT KENNBUNKPORT
THE BUSH 4141 LOCOMOTIVE
Keeping on the westward journey we headed next to Austin, the State Capitol of Texas. As you may have gathered we visit state capitols and Texas was on our list. We headed downtown on Saturday morning figuring being a Saturday the traffic would be light. Well, first up was an accident slowing the freeway down. Adding to the mess a large building was being moved on the freeway mind you. No escorts or blinking lights, just a leisurely drive Texas style. When we finally got downtown, taking the Capitol exit, we discovered another problem. It turns out, within sight of the Capitol is the Texas Longhorns Stadium and being a Saturday there was a football game about to begin. The Stadium, which has a capacity of 100,119 was in all probably to capacity knowing the fanaticism of Texas football fans, parking was going to be an issue. So much so that there was just no place to park. And we didn't want to be around when the game was over so we decided to return to Austin on some future trip. By the way, the Longhorns lost to Georgia Bulldogs 30 to 15.
Since our plans for Austin were squashed, we left the next morning and headed to Fredericksburg, in the heart of Texas Hill Country. We stayed in a city campground appropriately named after Lady Bird Johnson. The Johnson Texas Ranch and White house is here, but we have already been there. If you haven't seen it, do it. It's a interesting tour. Our reason for being here (at least my reason) was the National Museum of the Pacific War. If you're into WWII history, this place should be added to your bucket list.
Also nearby is Enchanted Rock State Park, which offered some hiking opportunities. As is my practice and early start was in store. Since this is not Cathie's practice, I made a quiet exit from the RV and headed out in the dark for the drive to the park. I like these early starts as you beat the crowds and the likelihood of spotting some wildlife is greatly enhanced. Besides the normal birds, rabbits, and squirrels, I spotted several deer, one a nice sized buck and a pair of coyotes.
THE ROCK
We turned slightly north aiming to get to Lubbock, Texas. A long day for us at 320 miles, but still on blue highways. Lubbock was on the itinerary for one reason and one reason only. The American Windmill Museum . For those who know me, if there's a windmill, I'm gonna stop. There is a huge collection of old and not so old windmills here. From big to small, most American windmills are on display both inside and out. And most of them are in working condition. I was in Windmill Heaven.
Continuing north to get to Interstate 40 for the push home, we spent a couple of days near Amarillo at Palo Duro Canyon State Park. Another gem of a campground with about 145 campsites spread out over 6 miles of the canyon. Reservations a must on weekends as this place is popular with the locals. A great place for hiking with numerous marked trails, some more difficult that others.
Our final stop before hopping on the freeway was Cadillac Ranch on Route 66. Not really a ranch but a row of old Cadillacs buried nose down in a field. People come from all to for this. Bring your own spay paint or buy it when you get there. A spray graffiti to your heart content. There is so much paint on these old cars that it is inches thick in most places.
Well fans, that about does it. We hit the interstate and left the blue highways behind. We really enjoyed the slower pace of the trip and for me it was a less stressful way to get around the country. 7600 miles of slow travel is the only way to see America.
