My better half and I just got back from a crazy, two week, 4000-mile trip from Michigan to Texas and back again. Crazy, because all kinds of wonderful stuff happened; fodder for another blog post. Today, I’ll take you down memory lane.
But only if you want to go.
April is the time to go to Texas and even so, mr. kk and I sweated our royal hinies off in Kingsville, which is just south of Corpus Christi. Holy crap, it was hot and humid. But green, they’ve had one of the wettest springs in memory.
We stayed a couple of days with my aunt and uncle, retirees now but back in the day, they ran one of the most well-respected oil well service companies in the south. Now they’re enjoying the fruits of their labors. My uncle is a big game hunter, he has a trophy room that would knock your socks off, a beautiful home, and ranch land replete with long horns and their darling calves, to wit:
Now I know what Heaven on Earth feels like.
Our next destination was the Natchez Trace Parkway, a 444-mile ribbon of unbelievable beauty. No trucks. Barely any cars. We hopped on in Mississippi, about 90 miles into the Trace and drove all the way to the end, just south of Nashville. Took two days, and savored every single moment. If you ever have a chance to drive the Trace, do it. I promise, you won’t be sorry.
That little culvert ran down to the mighty Mississippi. We stopped to take a photograph, then hopped on the Trace just outside Vicksburg.
One of the highlights of our trip was walking the boardwalk built over this cypress swamp. It was magical, no other word for it.