Today wasn’t the most interesting ever, but it was one of
the most tiring, especially for Frank. Not complaining; just sayin’!
We left our beautiful Gage House in Marathon at 7:00,
grabbing coffee and little muffins to satisfy us for breakfast. I was still
feeling full after last night’s White Buffalo Burger, but you might say the
food was preventive maintenance. I knew we wouldn’t be stopping very often
because we had quite a distance to go.
This was one of the “miles and miles of Texas” days, and ten
hours and 700 miles really made Frank and Ivan tired. Heck . . . Claudia and I
were tired, and all we did was ride. I didn’t even sleep during the day even
though I didn’t sleep well last night.
The most exciting thing of the day was an unofficial game of
I-Spy between Frank and Ivan. Frank told our friend that he’d see lots of deer
on I-10. They agreed to count the number that they saw. Ivan said he didn’t see
any; Claudia saw one; Frank had seen one live deer, five live prong horns, and
about fifteen deer carcasses when he quit counting; I didn’t even know we were
playing,.
Frank didn’t really get tired until we got to the Houston
traffic. It was monstrous! Just like a parking lot that moved inches at a time.
The agony of big-city traffic wore him out, and by the time that we reached The
Tremont House, he was beginning to get grumpy. But . . . after a little rest
before we went to dinner, he was fine again.
Claudia and I decided that it would be a shame not to eat
seafood when we were right on the Gulf of Mexico. So after resting for about
forty-five minutes, we walked to Shrimp ‘n’ Stuff, a restaurant specializing in
fried seafood and recommended highly by the lady at check-in. Ivan had stuffed
shrimp; Claudia had shrimp fettucine; Frank ordered fried shrimp when he discovered
that the fettucine had garlic in it; and I had fried catfish . . . the biggest
order I’ve ever seen. Ivan helped me out a bit. I forgot to take pictures!
When we got back to the hotel, we checked with the lady at
check-in just to be sure that we understood where we were to go to get the
shuttle to the ship the next morning. She suggested that we go to the bar on
the top floor to get a good view of Galveston. Absolutely beautiful! The only
photo that I took was snapped there. You won’t have any trouble finding it!
Long day . . . and we were all ready to turn in early. The
next day would be the real reason for our trip.
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