Familiar Faces

Trip Start Nov 29, 2007
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Trip End Jan 30, 2008


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Friday, December 7, 2007

Sleep in this morning.  Only a short drive ahead.

Found a bizarre truck stop on the drive - Buckees.  Well advertise along the interstate and worth a stop.  We have never seen (and did not see again) an entire shop devoted to jerky - you could get if flavoured, smoked, spiced.  You could get buffalo, elk, ostrich or boring old beef.  You could get it in strip pieces, chunks or sheets.  And it all looks a lot like the dried liver we feed the dog.  You could also visit the bakery next door for a piece of pie to chae the jerky, if you were after something sweet.  We kept our wallets in our pockets and just enjoyed the experience and the show.  We love Texas.

Quickly on to Houston.  Drive direct to George Ranch, a working cattle ranch.  Although we have a later event booked for the ranch, we were interested in catching some of the cowboys at work.  Zac dressed for the occasion, complete with buckskin cowboy outfit and coon skin hat (well, maybe more Davy Crockett than cowboy, but he felt pretty special).

And we felt even more special when it turned out we were the only guests visiting the ranch that afternoon.  We have a private lecture by one of the cowboys about their role on the ranch and the history of ranching at George Ranch.  Quite embarrassing for him when he could not move the cows through the mock-up tick dip.  Cassandra's laughter probably did not help (but it was good natured laughter).  An older cowboy swaggered across to help out.  Good for the cows, they would not move for him either.  Took them a solid 10 minutes work to get the first beast through.  The rest did not put up a fight.

Zac also received personalized lasso lessons and he tried really, really hard but even the dummy cattle proved elusive, but you would have to give him "A" for effort.  He really gave it a good go.  For a bit of a laugh, I put the lasso around my wrists and pretended Zac had captured a bad guy.  That almost backfired.  Somehow (and I still don't know how) he had me roped up in a flash and only some quick thinking stopped me from landing flat on my face.  Zac loved it.

Then it was time to catch up with Cassandra's Uncle Rod and Aunty Cheryl who kindly offered us a bed whilst we were in Houston.  Zac was as shy as ever, but a front yard to play gridiron in was always going to be a hit with him.  And a fantastic home cooked meal was something we were all grateful for - clean, great tasting and healthy food chased down with a nice glass of wine was a brilliant change from the chaos of the first seven days.

We all crashed pretty early.  Pretty pleased to have arrived.

Drive 220 miles.
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