Misty Last Morning On the Beach

It’s a damp last morning here on the beach. I was happy to get one last glimpse of the pelicans coming in for a landing. What droll creatures, so prehistoric!

I’ll be ready to pull out in a half our or so, by about 8:30. I need to finish my coffee, put a few things away in the kitchen, load the propane tank in the truck, and the pull Miranda ahead so I can hook up. Since I’m not washing the rig today, unless the perfect wash place materializes, that’ll give me plenty of time to get gas and propane and meander my way to Van Ormy to arrive close enough to check in time to have a productive afternoon.

I’m not too sure of my route yet. Google Maps has me going San Antonio on the 410 bypass. Midday on a Monday, I think that will be okay and better than trying to route myself on smaller roads with a map. I haven’t yet checked what route the GPS wants me to take.

It’s time to go. I’ve had such a wonderful stay here and met great friends. This place has been good for me, a real reward the end of a long journey. But the road is calling my name, reminding me that all good things in this life are ephemeral. It has been a privilege to be here and I am hopeful that my next stop will be as sweet.

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