Our 56th anniversary rolled around right after I came home from the last rally at Canyon Lake. It's always so hard to come up with presents we want or need so I suggested a trip instead. Naturally Dave was not enthused about going in the RV but I was okay with that as long as we got to go someplace. He suggested Corpus Christi or Wichita Falls and I jumped on Corpus Christi. we actually through Galveston into the mix which would have been even better but the weather report was against that idea. It rained on our way south but cleared up for the rest of the trip.
I made a reservation at Hawthorne Suites through Booking.com. Xena had a sleepover with her buddy Angus at Steve and Helen's and we were off.
The hotel was decent although not quite as pretty as the pictures look.
The next day we drove across the bridge to Padre Island and went out to the National Seashore. I don't think Dave had ever been there but it was where I got my lifetime National Park Senior pass.
We drove all over the park and spent some time at the headquarters building.
This was an interesting mosaic of various badges of sealife.
Looking down at the beach.
We stopped at another steak place for dinner and it just didn't feel right so we left. Dave had me call Steve because he remembered a really great steak that they had at a restaurant in Wichita Falls on a motorcycle trip. It turned out to be Texas Roadhouse. We had the ribeye and it was really good although the service left something to be desired. I think the waiter was new and he really didn't have a good handle on the job.
After dinner, we drove down along the beach to see the sunset.
I had heard so much about the fantastic lighting on the new bridge that I really wanted to see it. It was nice but not quite what I was expecting. But it was still a nice experience.
We had a little miscommunication about whether we were staying a third night so we ended up heading home. Along the way, Dave had a wild hair about going to see some town he had seen on the map and talked about visiting on the motorcycles one day. Another call to Steve nailed it down as "Bigfoot". Can you see a pattern here? I found it on my Goggle maps and we changed directions. It is a very tiny spot on the map.....so tiny that there isn't even an actual town sign with population. But there is a museum. Of course, it is only open one weekend a month and this wasn't that weekend but we walked around anyway.
It is the Bigfoot Wallace Museum.
It turns out that Bigfoot Wallace was actually William Alexander Wallace. This was in front of a small community center.....also closed.
While the town does not have a sign, they do have a post office. I guess that makes it official.
We ended outrside trip with a stop at a Dairy Queen in the closest actual town. Xena had a wonderful time at Steve and Helen's with her buddy Angus. All four of them slept in the King size bed. But she was very happy to see us never the less.