Day One:
Summer Vacation officially started at 3pm on Thursday, June 4th. We departed the Metroplex promptly at 3:50pm – exactly 40 minutes late thanks to some missing orange crocks and 8 pull-ups – all of which we had to return home and find before really leaving.
We drove for approximately 2.5 hours before Brad finally was able to leave work. The original plan was for him to meet up with us and caravan the whole way down. Unfortunately, men with a higher pay grade prevailed and so we were stuck traveling down separately. I think between the two of us we had gotten 8 hours sleep the night before. My E.T.A. was 10:20pm; Brad’s was closer to 1am. By the time I hit Georgetown, I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I called Brad and we agreed it was best to cut our losses and spend the night in Austin.
Day Two:
Here are a few pics I took in our room the next morning:
Watching TV at the Springhill Suites Hotel
Mini Kitchen and Roll-away bed
The kids were so fascinated with that mini kitchen. You would have thought they had never seen a microwave before. Or a sink. Or a mini fridge. And yet, we have all said appliances in our home.
Anyway, we left the hotel in separate cars – Samuel rode with his daddy and the other two rode with me – and got as far as Natural Bridge Caverns when Brad got a hankering for something vacation-y and decided to pull off the highway and spelunk. I have only one picture of that adventure, but it’s not digital so I will have to scan it in as soon as I figure out how to scan. So, probably never.
We finally got to Pearsall and enjoyed a nice day with my parents.
Day Three:
Saturday was Brad’s & Peter’s birthdays. So we decided to celebrate by…creaming corn!
Children of the corn (fields)
Here is Peter’s take on the adventure:
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On the way to pick corn, we stopped to watch Black Gold process the chipping potatoes they are currently harvesting on my parents’ land. Black Gold sells primarily to Frito Lay and these particular potatoes are really only good when sliced and fried up as potato chips (hence the name “chipping potatoes”). Here’s a picture of the shed where they were culling out the bad ones before cooling them and loading them on a truck:
Black Gold
Next, on to the corn field to pick corn:
Samuel
Peter
I will write more tomorrow. Naptime is almost over which means I’m about to be on duty.
Britany
