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Recalculating. Or, why I am not ass-in-sand, drink-in-hand. Or, does this Walmart lot in Beaumont *look* like Pensacola?

The plan on Monday was to start driving from Bristol to Pensacola, as shown here in Exhibit A.
Exhibit A

Exhibit A

After ten days of deliciously cool temperatures and eye-bogglingly beautiful fall foliage in Virginia, we were ready for 3-4 days of beachy R&R, before heading back to San Antonio for a routine medical appointment on Nov. 2.

Twenty-odd years as a Navy wife, and not once have I been to P’cola! My only actual mission: paddle boarding. I planned to hand someone my money and give that shit a try.

But when we woke up on Tuesday morning, there was a voicemail from the doctor, to the tune of “Oh, by the way, you need to have lab work done before your appointment.” Which is on Monday morning. At 8.
Shit.
So instead of continuing south, we turned right, spent a second night on the road, and here we are back in San Antonio again.

We saw some fine examples of custom RV life, obeyed a sign, and cursed Houston traffic along the way. Oh, and a golden toss pillow that had been headed to a charity drop box? It’s Lola’s now.

Try to get "I'm a little teapot" out of your head. Just try.

Try to get “I’m a little teapot” out of your head. Just try.

Stained glass windows? Who knew?

Stained glass windows? Who knew?

We see this combination from time to time. Note motorcycle, multiple spare tires, and basic black port-tank. *Ours* is *blue*.

We see this combination from time to time. Note motorcycle, multiple spare tires, and basic black porta-tank (it’s that rectangular thing mounted on the front of the trailer). Ours is blue, and therefore we are fancier.

Ha! We only have ten. Parked right in front of that there sign. Neener!

Ha! We only have ten.
Parked right in front of that there sign. Neener!

Houston? You have a problem.

Houston? You have a problem.

Riding like the Queen of Sheba

Riding like the Queen of Sheba

Snarky, irreverent, occasionally sentimental, viewing the world with head cocked and one eyebrow up. Navy wife (retired), mom to two bigguys, full-time RV traveler with husband. Shit breaks and we make mistakes. Join me anyway?

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