Thursday On Thursday morning Billie, Wishbone, and I headed out for Victoria to get new tires for our camper. The original ones were bias ply tires and had worn unevenly and we replaced them with radial tires, which are giving us a much better ride. When we returned we toured downtown Goliad. The courthouse is beautiful and was built in 1894. The Goliad Museum host was a 12 year old boy who had Goliad history memorized , or else he is a terrific and well spoken liar! Thursday night we had dinner at Allen and Myra’s—also there were Lenny and Suzanne from the Longhorn Emporium, and Myra’s 92 year old mother, Jewel. We played some tunes and had the most wonderful supper—steaks and a beef tenderloin cooked over hardwood coals in a pit outdoors, along with shrimp, broccoli, and cowboy beans. Holy cow!!!!!! (again, no pun intended!!) We treated our hosts to some Carolina picking and singing. Allen and Myra were so nice to us—they seldom take vacations, but have promised to come to NC after Allen retires. Wishbone did a great job showing us around Goliad—it was a wonderful visit. Thanks Wishbone! Friday We left Goliad at 7:45 after a beautiful sunrise, stopped at at Prasek’s Hillje Smokehouse in El Campo to buy some smoked meat to bring home, and then it was a hard day of traveling toward home. Houston was a bear. Billie and I got separated from our buddies, ended up taking a different route, and actually beat them to the Visitor Center across the Louisiana line. There was more bad traffic around Baton Rouge (someone said there’s a big football game in Louisiana Sunday---anybody know anything about it?). We finally got to the campground in Livingston around 5:45. All the camping spaces are concrete (actually the entire park is concrete), so we did not unhook our vehicles. We walked across the road to Crazy Dave’s Dacquiri Bar and Grill. When we first got there it was pretty cool—lots of Merle Haggard, George Jones, etc over the music system. Then the service got slower and s l o w e r and the music got louder and morphed into crappy modern country. When we finally got our po-boys, they were pretty good, though. The rest of the crew is over at the Freers right now figuring out our route for tomorrow and probably having milk and cookies (wink,wink)—hopefully not another 9 hour day on the road! Cheers PBR