Hey, hey campers!

It is I. Let me tell you, the weekend show in Wichita Falls was a killer weekend. I thing next year I need to go in a week early and stay a week late to decompress!

The project performed flawlessly! I could not have hope for any better. We gathered a ton of data, and got to hook to some of the best equipment in Texas. Friday night they were all on our side!

After Chris and I returned to the motel, I showered and as I was headed to bed I looked at my phone. It was three in morning!

We had some run of the mill maintenance to do on our project which required a couple of trips to Lowe's for supplies. We finished early enough for a large group of us to go to El Chico's. The service was poor and the food even worse, but hey we didn't have to cook it.

Saturday night's show was as good as Friday if not better. Excellent show, with the promoter already signing on for next year. For the first time, the project came home in the black without a big change in the wings. But that doesn't mean we aren't talking about some changes, it just means none are necessary.

Saturday night Rian stayed in the room with Chris and I and when Rian emerged from the shower headed for bed, he said, "Dad, do you know it is four o'clock in the morning?" He still knows how to yank my chain. Problem was after he showered Chris showered and then me. By the time I went to bed it was almost 5. Yuk!

I woke about ten to a little snort of a snore that Rian has had since he was little. I couldn't suppress a laugh and he opened his eyes and asked me "What are you laughing about Dad?"

I told him I was thinking that one of us had grown some or they were making the beds smaller since he last slept in my bed.

Best part was the project was loaded and hooked to the big Peterbilt truck, pointed at the road waiting for us Sunday morning.

Rian left before the rest of us so we had a four vehicle convoy!

I wasn't worth much Sunday afternoon, or on Monday for that matter. My body has aches upon aches!

Kyle Patrick Henry came and picked Chris up so that saved me another two hours drive time. Krl and I had lots of catching up to do.

If I appreciate Krl for anything it is her devotion and dedication to her houndgirls. (I say that because currently all we have are the female variety). Prissy, going on 16 and a half is blind and deaf, she suffers from all sorts of age related maladies. Krl and I think she has Alzheimer's. Krl told me that lately she will watch Prissy go across the room and all the sudden a rock turd will fall to the floor (thank goodness for tile and spray disinfectant). Krl says that when that happens Prissy is like, "Where ever did that come from?" I had a talk with Prissy last evening and told her that if this trend continued I was going to change her name to IPOD!

Huh! And some people think I am technology challenged!

Actually, I catch myself thinking that all I have to do is be sure Krl outlives me and I can probably expect that same devotion and dedication she displays daily.

I woke early this morning (about four to be exact), got my bath, read a little and before six I was on the road. I went to Roscoe, picked up another travel trailer and headed west. By one o'clock I had been to St. Lawrence and back to Roscoe. I met Pat at my parents and had a burger and about an hour visit. Now I lack only one more travel trailer. The big Mama of 'em all. Mine and Krl's!

I have one truck in shop and when it is ready to leave, another will take it's place. Then I have to finish a deal on a third truck. I found an exceptionally clean older truck, only 284,000 miles on a major in frame overhaul (these are million mile motors) which I would love to have for a fourth truck.

I am having second thoughts about the Wall Street bailout. Why should the government, with us citizens backing it, reward gross negligence and wreckless abandon? Someone should be accountable.

Who woulda thunk "Dumbya" could screw things up so badly?

Tonight Krl and I were looking for a vehicle title and in that search I ran across a packet of pictures. They were from Memama and Pepa's fiftieth anniversary party. Nearly all the grand kids were there, Trace and her family being the only exceptions. It is hard to believe just a handful of years later both TJ and Fred are gone.

Have a day!

FATHER, thank YOU for safe travel, for the successful weekend show. Guide us and direct us as we prepare for our move West.