Canton to Grandkids (Waco)

In just the three days we were parked at the Texas Trails RV Park, more color appeared

We got started about 10:00… destination:  Grandkids!!

Along the way, I thought this was interesting and your guess was as good as mine.  What would be the reason to paint a vintage trailer in this fashion?  Then when I downloaded my pictures, I said, “what is that writing just above the bumper.”  Reading it required enlarging it.

What in the world is “Sisters on the Fly?”  Click on the above picture for a very interesting story.

Going through Corsicana, I took a picture of Beaton Street.  When I was a teen, occasionally I would drive the ten miles from Blooming Grove with friends to ‘cruise’ this street in downtown Corsicana.

Also, in Corsicana is my Alma Mater.  This building looks the same, but lots has been added to this campus.  It looks great.

This made me feel at home.

We arrived at our park around noon, but our site wasn’t evacuated yet, so we parked in a vacant site and enjoyed a sandwich under the trees.  Wish we could stay in this site, but it’s not a full-hook-up site.

What would cause a tree to gnarl like this?

Before we finished our sandwiches, the park host came to tell us our site was ready.

Finally!  About 3:00, Leslie and the GRANDS came over on their way to her volleyball practice.  (She’s coaching)

Diesel in his mom’s sunglasses.

And Pook was next, but it wasn’t really the sunglasses she wanted me to notice.

Do you notice anything?  Sparkly?

That’s right.  Last Friday, Emma finally talked her daddy into letting her get her ears pierced.  Les reported that she was such a big girl and never even flinched.

While Don and I were at Cheddar’s eating dinner, a storm was brewing and birds were gathering.  They are coating these wires for as far as we can see, almost.

As the storm begin to blow, the birds seem to become almost frantic, flying in all different directions.   It was eerie.

Back at the park, the sunset was amazing thru the dark clouds and across the lake.

Behind me to the southeast, the storm was dark.

When I turned back to the sunset, it was at it’s most vibrant.  Took my breath away.  Way to go, God!!!

And then, it was gone and the colors more muted, but still beautiful.

Storm clouds behind me.

Don is waiting for me to walk back up the hill.

One more sunset capture through the trees.

Every direction I looked, their was different clouds and colors.  Northeast.