[Texascavers] a road-trip story

[David via Texascavers]

from David Locklear, dlocklea...@gmail.com

Have any of you had the unpleasant experience of having to abort a caving
trip ?

I sort of had that experience, over the holiday weekend.


Here is a road-trip story from this past Sunday.

Background info:
__

There is a cave that I have been wanting to take my daughter to while she
is still a kid.  She will
be 10 years old in a month, and she no longer acts like a kid, but more
like a spoiled pre-teen.  She has never been in
a cave, except as a baby on a commercial tour once.  I felt my
time window had closed for that opportunity and was very concerned about
that. On Sunday, I had a 24 hour break in
my schedule, and felt certain that this was my final chance, to do
something about that.

In the few moments prior to deciding to make the road-trip, it seemed
feasible to at least drive in the general
direction of the cave, and if time allowed, I would at least make an effort
to meet with the landowner, to see what his status
was, such as whether he was still alive, or in good health, or even still
owned the cave, or allowed people
in the cave, etc. I knew the chances of going in the cave were nearly
zero.But there were 2 or 3 other things in
the area that I wanted to do with my kid, and with a stroke of good luck we
might could get a photo opportunity
at the cave entrance.

A little personal info first, for those of you who do not know me.My
daughter lives
with her mother, about an hour south of Houston, near the town of Arcola.
I live walking distance to downtown Houston.  Her mother
and I have had a bizarre relationship for going on 19 years, where I just
try my best to tolerate her, and
more recently, only in an effort to spend quality time with my
kid.  I am only making the point that it is extremely difficult to travel
with my kid's mother.

So the 3 of us, got a much later start out of Arcola, than I wanted.
 According to Google Maps, it is 200 miles to the cave, and
about a 3 1/2 hour drive, however, Google does not to take into account the
heavy traffic of Harris County, especially on a holiday like
Labor Day, nor the tropical rain storm,  nor that
the passengers have to stop every hour for some reason.


It had been 16 years, since I had been to the cave, and had not even been
in that county, since then. But I had been there many times in
the late 80's and 90's, so I figured I could find the landowner's house
blindfolded, and besides my fancy new smartphone, could zoom in right
to where the cave was, within a few hundred feet.

The Trip:
_

We arrived in the vicinity of the ranch about 2 hours before sundown, much
later than I had wanted.  We pulled up to the spot along the
highway where my fuzzy memory told me the entrance to his ranch should have
been.

Nothing looked familiar.  We could not get an internet signal from Sprint,
so I could not look it up on my phone.

I drove all around for what seemed like an hour, back and forth over a 2
mile stretch of highway.  We passed it at least once, but the focus of
my effort was unfortunately one mile too far north, and my fuzzy memory was
completely wrong about 2 important details.

All the landmarks in my fuzzy memory-bank, seemed missing, and there were
lots of new development.

My stubbornness or hard-headedness would not give up, until I realized it
was futile ( We had an urgent need to get to our next
destination by dark, which was 45 minutes away.So I aborted the
cave-related portion of our road-trip. It felt horrible to to that.

Ironically, the map to the rancher's house was readily available back at my
office.   ( The link below is a sketch of that from 1998 )


By the point of surrender, I was carsick and the crew was totally fed up
with the road-trip and demanded 3-star motel.

I used to go to this cave on inexpensive day trips, but this one set me
back over $ 200, which at the moment is outside of my travel budget.

Unfortunately, I was too far from the ranch to note what new construction,
or development has occurred in the vicinity of the cave.So that
part of our trip was a big disappointment. We did manage to reach 2 of
our other destinations. The only thing I think I accomplished on
this trip, is they want to go back to Martin Dies Jr. State Park, for an
over-nighter, and my daughter learned the fun of singing road-trip songs
like "Country Roads," while driving down the scenic rural highway.

Here are 3 photos, from the state park that we briefly visited.

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/a16h1oa8k4v74o2/AACf2VmKNS0DFrkILHKmeZB7a?dl=0




David Locklear
dlocklea...@gmail.com

Ref:

https://www.dropbox.com/s/hgm62v0tb1ctrjx/Misc-map.jpg?dl=0

Sidenote:

calling the owner a rancher is not the right word.  If he is still alive,
he and his family operate a variety of businesses related to the use of his
land.  One of those businesses is growing pine trees, to sell them to a
sawmill.   Someday, someone will need to return here to verify the
p

[Texascavers] A road-trip story

[David]

The stars seemed to have aligned for me tomorrow, for the first time in 3
years.

It appears that I am going to embark on another Craigslist misadventure in
the morning.

This will be my first such misadventure where I am the passenger -  if you
don't count all the years that I spent hitch-hiking.

I worked my tail off this week and should have a four day window where I
can skip work.

The logistics are still a clusterph*ck.   I am taking a city bus early in
the morning to allegedly meet an unknown Craigslist driver at his motel.
He claims that he was allegedly heading to Michigan.

Mr. Lecter is supposed to drop me off in Nashville on Sunday afternoon.

Nashville was not on his primary route, but it seemed to be a pleasant
detour for him, or he subtly stated.

I have no idea what will happen after that.  I assume I may get a motel
near Nashville on Sunday night.

I would like to be back at work in Houston by Thursday afternoon, but I
haven't given an iota of thought to how to do that.

I tried my very best to twist George Sanders' arm to tag along, but he has
become permanently attached to his old Archie Bunker sofa.

I also tried to get Kenny and Carol McGee to go.  And probably others.

Most of the people that really know me well are under the green grass.

Some of you may know me better than my closest estranged family.

Today was the first day that my new office came in handy, as I have most of
my road-trip stuff stored there now.

If you find yourself eastbound out of Nashville on Monday morning, please
look out for a 300 lb. guy walking down the highway shoulder carrying a
nylon bag.

[ There is a $ 9 shuttle bus from the airport to Cookesville, and I have
already been offered a ride from a caver there. ]

To be continued...
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[Texascavers] a road-trip story

[David Locklear]

Saturday afternoon, I found myself sitting around the house and
it was a beautiful day.  I assume by then, cavers were lined
up in the TCR food line.

I started procrastinating on whether I should drive 5 hours to
TCR only to arrive there in the dark and after missing all the events.

I wasn't looking forward to the drive in my little car, all alone with nobody
to talk to. And my 3 year old daughter, was saying,
"daddy, stay home and play with me."  The ice-cream man drove
by and I bought her a Tweety-bird fudge-cicle.  I figured that was
a sign from Oztotl, that I had made a faithful effort, and I was now
free to go.

Now, the problem was, all of my camping gear was on the other
side of Houston. I was just going to have to go without it.

Fortunately, the weather was perfect for car-camping.

I left my house in Fort Bend county at nearly 5:00 p.m and it took
me an hour just to get to Katy. I had to pull off there and stretch.
( Katy in the rear-view mirror; for me, means that I am finally out
of Houston, and on the way to better places )

I drove almost non-stop to where I thought I would find a town
called "Rio Medina."  The route I took to Rio Medina ( Hwy. 211 )
didn't have gas stations, and I arrived there on fumes. I decided I better
drive 6 miles to Castroville and get gas. That turned out to be
a good decision.   [  Running out of gas near Paradise Canyon at
night would have been a real bummer. ]

I arrived at TCR after 10:00 and there was still a taco left at the
food table.I was able to say hello to
a few people and watch a TCC slideshow, before turning in.

I was wiped out and had a touch of car-sickness.
Unfortunately, I didn't pack bug spray, and I was too tired to
get out of my sleeping bag and go bum some off of somebody.
But once it cooled off, I was sound asleep.

The next morning, I was able to say hello to a bunch of friends who
I hadn't seen in over a year or longer.  Fortunately, Bob & Bob
was still open, and I was able to get a new book and a t-shirt.   And
many of the other vendors were also open, and I was able to get
some more stuff.

And I even got to unload some old junk that had been laying around
my house.  This generated $ 93 for TCMA, and it was fun.

I had to get back home to the realities of life. I didn't get to talk
to many people, but I did say hello and goodbye to quite a few people,
who I won't see again for several months if not a year.

I would say it was 245 miles from my house to Paradise Canyon by
the route I took ( Texas Research Parkway ). It may be a few miles shorter
and faster, by the Stotzer Freeway ( State Highway 151 ).


I would like to add that most of the cars on I-10 between San Antonio
and Houston, appeared to be late model crew-cab trucks with diesel
engines.Lots of Fords, a few Dodges and even a Chevy Duramax.
I only noticed one hybrid - a Ford Escape.[  2 of the Jeep dealers
along the way, had diesel Cherokee's on their lots, but I still haven't
found one with Quadra-Drive. ]

It was an uneventful and boring drive - 10 hours out of a 27 hour trip.
There appears to be a good restaurant - The Oasis," near the Lake
Medina Dam. I didn't have time to stop and eat and just snacked
on some Oma's turkey jerky till I got home.

http://www.omaschoice.com/jerkey%20price%20list.htm

David Locklear

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Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story

[Preston Forsythe via Texascavers]

Dave you write a really good story.

Preston...so far I only know one Preston in the tribe.

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  - Original Message - 
  From: David via Texascavers 
  To: CaveTex 
  Sent: Tuesday, September 02, 2014 1:11 PM
  Subject: [Texascavers] a road-trip story


  from David Locklear, dlocklea...@gmail.com

  Have any of you had the unpleasant experience of having to abort a caving 
trip ?

  I sort of had that experience, over the holiday weekend.


  Here is a road-trip story from this past Sunday.


  Background info:
  __

  There is a cave that I have been wanting to take my daughter to while she is 
still a kid.  She will
  be 10 years old in a month, and she no longer acts like a kid, but more like 
a spoiled pre-teen.  She has never been in
  a cave, except as a baby on a commercial tour once.  I felt my
  time window had closed for that opportunity and was very concerned about 
that. On Sunday, I had a 24 hour break in
  my schedule, and felt certain that this was my final chance, to do something 
about that.


  In the few moments prior to deciding to make the road-trip, it seemed 
feasible to at least drive in the general
  direction of the cave, and if time allowed, I would at least make an effort 
to meet with the landowner, to see what his status 
  was, such as whether he was still alive, or in good health, or even still 
owned the cave, or allowed people
  in the cave, etc. I knew the chances of going in the cave were nearly 
zero.But there were 2 or 3 other things in
  the area that I wanted to do with my kid, and with a stroke of good luck we 
might could get a photo opportunity
  at the cave entrance.


  A little personal info first, for those of you who do not know me.My 
daughter lives
  with her mother, about an hour south of Houston, near the town of Arcola.   I 
live walking distance to downtown Houston.  Her mother
  and I have had a bizarre relationship for going on 19 years, where I just try 
my best to tolerate her, and
  more recently, only in an effort to spend quality time with my
  kid.  I am only making the point that it is extremely difficult to travel 
with my kid's mother.

  So the 3 of us, got a much later start out of Arcola, than I wanted.
According to Google Maps, it is 200 miles to the cave, and 
  about a 3 1/2 hour drive, however, Google does not to take into account the 
heavy traffic of Harris County, especially on a holiday like
  Labor Day, nor the tropical rain storm,  nor that 
  the passengers have to stop every hour for some reason.


  It had been 16 years, since I had been to the cave, and had not even been in 
that county, since then. But I had been there many times in
  the late 80's and 90's, so I figured I could find the landowner's house 
blindfolded, and besides my fancy new smartphone, could zoom in right
  to where the cave was, within a few hundred feet.


  The Trip:
  _

  We arrived in the vicinity of the ranch about 2 hours before sundown, much 
later than I had wanted.  We pulled up to the spot along the 
  highway where my fuzzy memory told me the entrance to his ranch should have 
been. 

  Nothing looked familiar.  We could not get an internet signal from Sprint, so 
I could not look it up on my phone.

  I drove all around for what seemed like an hour, back and forth over a 2 mile 
stretch of highway.  We passed it at least once, but the focus of 
  my effort was unfortunately one mile too far north, and my fuzzy memory was 
completely wrong about 2 important details.

  All the landmarks in my fuzzy memory-bank, seemed missing, and there were 
lots of new development.

  My stubbornness or hard-headedness would not give up, until I realized it was 
futile ( We had an urgent need to get to our next 
  destination by dark, which was 45 minutes away.So I aborted the 
cave-related portion of our road-trip. It felt horrible to to that.

  Ironically, the map to the rancher's house was readily available back at my 
office.   ( The link below is a sketch of that from 1998 )


  By the point of surrender, I was carsick and the crew was totally fed up with 
the road-trip and demanded 3-star motel.

  I used to go to this cave on inexpensive day trips, but this one set me back 
over $ 200, which at the moment is outside of my travel budget.


  Unfortunately, I was too far from the ranch to note what new construction, or 
development has occurred in the vicinity of the cave.So that
  part of our trip was a big disappointment. We did manage to reach 2 of 
our other destinations. The only thing I think I accomplished on
  this trip, is they want to go back to Martin Dies Jr. State Park, for an 
over-nighter, and my daughter learned the fun of singing road-trip songs 
  like "Country Roads," while driving down the scenic rural highway.


  Here are 3 photos, from the state park that we briefly v

Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story

[via Texascavers]

Great trip report, David, even if you didn’t get to the cave!

You got to spend some quality time with your kid and, as fast as they grow up, 
that is PRICELESS!

Any time you can spend with your kid is worthwhile.


There’s more important things in life than caving.

(Gasp! Did I just say that? It’s true)


Mark ALMAN
texascav...@yahoo.com



From: Texascavers [mailto:texascavers-boun...@texascavers.com] On Behalf Of 
David via Texascavers
Sent: Tuesday, September 02, 2014 1:11 PM
To: CaveTex
Subject: [Texascavers] a road-trip story

from David Locklear, dlocklea...@gmail.com<mailto:dlocklea...@gmail.com>

Have any of you had the unpleasant experience of having to abort a caving trip ?

I sort of had that experience, over the holiday weekend.


Here is a road-trip story from this past Sunday.

Background info:
__

There is a cave that I have been wanting to take my daughter to while she is 
still a kid.  She will
be 10 years old in a month, and she no longer acts like a kid, but more like a 
spoiled pre-teen.  She has never been in
a cave, except as a baby on a commercial tour once.  I felt my
time window had closed for that opportunity and was very concerned about that.  
   On Sunday, I had a 24 hour break in
my schedule, and felt certain that this was my final chance, to do something 
about that.

In the few moments prior to deciding to make the road-trip, it seemed feasible 
to at least drive in the general
direction of the cave, and if time allowed, I would at least make an effort to 
meet with the landowner, to see what his status
was, such as whether he was still alive, or in good health, or even still owned 
the cave, or allowed people
in the cave, etc. I knew the chances of going in the cave were nearly zero. 
   But there were 2 or 3 other things in
the area that I wanted to do with my kid, and with a stroke of good luck we 
might could get a photo opportunity
at the cave entrance.

A little personal info first, for those of you who do not know me.My 
daughter lives
with her mother, about an hour south of Houston, near the town of Arcola.   I 
live walking distance to downtown Houston.  Her mother
and I have had a bizarre relationship for going on 19 years, where I just try 
my best to tolerate her, and
more recently, only in an effort to spend quality time with my
kid.  I am only making the point that it is extremely difficult to travel with 
my kid's mother.

So the 3 of us, got a much later start out of Arcola, than I wanted.
According to Google Maps, it is 200 miles to the cave, and
about a 3 1/2 hour drive, however, Google does not to take into account the 
heavy traffic of Harris County, especially on a holiday like
Labor Day, nor the tropical rain storm,  nor that
the passengers have to stop every hour for some reason.


It had been 16 years, since I had been to the cave, and had not even been in 
that county, since then. But I had been there many times in
the late 80's and 90's, so I figured I could find the landowner's house 
blindfolded, and besides my fancy new smartphone, could zoom in right
to where the cave was, within a few hundred feet.

The Trip:
_

We arrived in the vicinity of the ranch about 2 hours before sundown, much 
later than I had wanted.  We pulled up to the spot along the
highway where my fuzzy memory told me the entrance to his ranch should have 
been.

Nothing looked familiar.  We could not get an internet signal from Sprint, so I 
could not look it up on my phone.

I drove all around for what seemed like an hour, back and forth over a 2 mile 
stretch of highway.  We passed it at least once, but the focus of
my effort was unfortunately one mile too far north, and my fuzzy memory was 
completely wrong about 2 important details.

All the landmarks in my fuzzy memory-bank, seemed missing, and there were lots 
of new development.

My stubbornness or hard-headedness would not give up, until I realized it was 
futile ( We had an urgent need to get to our next
destination by dark, which was 45 minutes away.So I aborted the 
cave-related portion of our road-trip. It felt horrible to to that.

Ironically, the map to the rancher's house was readily available back at my 
office.   ( The link below is a sketch of that from 1998 )


By the point of surrender, I was carsick and the crew was totally fed up with 
the road-trip and demanded 3-star motel.

I used to go to this cave on inexpensive day trips, but this one set me back 
over $ 200, which at the moment is outside of my travel budget.

Unfortunately, I was too far from the ranch to note what new construction, or 
development has occurred in the vicinity of the cave.So that
part of our trip was a big disappointment. We did manage to reach 2 of our 
other destinations. The only thing I think I accomplished on
this trip, is they want to go back to Martin Dies Jr. State Park, for an 
over-nighter, and my daughter learned the fun 

Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story

[Fritz Holt via Texascavers]

Yes, unfortunately, my old friend and caving buddy, Preston McMichael has been 
dead for a number of years. What ever happened to the Preston McMichael Caving 
Award? It was resurrected a few years ago but I haven't heard of it in recent 
years. Preston was quite a guy and the most gung-ho caver I ever knew. 
Fritz Holt
fritz...@gmail.com
(Triple Creek Ranch)

Sent from my iPhone

> On Sep 2, 2014, at 1:21 PM, Preston Forsythe via Texascavers 
>  wrote:
> 
> Dave you write a really good story.
>  
> Preston...so far I only know one Preston in the tribe.
>  
> --
> - Original Message -
> From: David via Texascavers
> To: CaveTex
> Sent: Tuesday, September 02, 2014 1:11 PM
> Subject: [Texascavers] a road-trip story
> 
> from David Locklear, dlocklea...@gmail.com
> 
> Have any of you had the unpleasant experience of having to abort a caving 
> trip ?
> 
> I sort of had that experience, over the holiday weekend.
> 
> 
> Here is a road-trip story from this past Sunday.
> 
> Background info:
> __
> 
> There is a cave that I have been wanting to take my daughter to while she is 
> still a kid.  She will
> be 10 years old in a month, and she no longer acts like a kid, but more like 
> a spoiled pre-teen.  She has never been in
> a cave, except as a baby on a commercial tour once.  I felt my
> time window had closed for that opportunity and was very concerned about 
> that. On Sunday, I had a 24 hour break in
> my schedule, and felt certain that this was my final chance, to do something 
> about that.
> 
> In the few moments prior to deciding to make the road-trip, it seemed 
> feasible to at least drive in the general
> direction of the cave, and if time allowed, I would at least make an effort 
> to meet with the landowner, to see what his status 
> was, such as whether he was still alive, or in good health, or even still 
> owned the cave, or allowed people
> in the cave, etc. I knew the chances of going in the cave were nearly 
> zero.But there were 2 or 3 other things in
> the area that I wanted to do with my kid, and with a stroke of good luck we 
> might could get a photo opportunity
> at the cave entrance.
> 
> A little personal info first, for those of you who do not know me.My 
> daughter lives
> with her mother, about an hour south of Houston, near the town of Arcola.   I 
> live walking distance to downtown Houston.  Her mother
> and I have had a bizarre relationship for going on 19 years, where I just try 
> my best to tolerate her, and
> more recently, only in an effort to spend quality time with my
> kid.  I am only making the point that it is extremely difficult to travel 
> with my kid's mother.
> 
> So the 3 of us, got a much later start out of Arcola, than I wanted.
> According to Google Maps, it is 200 miles to the cave, and 
> about a 3 1/2 hour drive, however, Google does not to take into account the 
> heavy traffic of Harris County, especially on a holiday like
> Labor Day, nor the tropical rain storm,  nor that 
> the passengers have to stop every hour for some reason.
> 
> 
> It had been 16 years, since I had been to the cave, and had not even been in 
> that county, since then. But I had been there manytimes in
> the late 80's and 90's, so I figured I could find the landowner's house
> blindfolded, and besides my fancy new smartphone, could zoom in right
> to where the cave was, within a few hundred feet.
> 
> The Trip:
> _
> 
> We arrived in the vicinity of the ranch about 2 hours before sundown, much 
> later than I had wanted.  We pulled up to the spot along the 
> highway where my fuzzy memory told me the entrance to his ranch should have 
> been. 
> 
> Nothing looked familiar.  We could not get an internet signal from Sprint, so 
> I could not look it up on my phone.
> 
> I drove all around for what seemed like an hour, back and forth over a 2 mile 
> stretch of highway.  We passed it at least once, but the focus of 
> my effort was unfortunately one mile too far north, and my fuzzy memory was 
> completely wrong about 2 important details.
> 
> All the landmarks in my fuzzy memory-bank, seemed missing, and there were 
> lots of new development.
> 
> My stubbornness or hard-headedness would not give up, until I realized it was 
> futile ( We had an urgent need to get to our next 
> destination by dark, which was 45 minutes away.So I aborted the 
> cave-related portion of our road-trip. It felt horrible to to that.
> 
> Ironically, the map to the rancher's house was readily available back at my 
> office.   ( The link below is a sketch of that fr

[Texascavers] A road-trip story - Part 2

[David]

This is just to say I got home safe and that I hope you all had an
uneventful trip home.   It was a 3-1/2 drive each way to the TSC from my
apartment in Alief ( west Houston ).  I might could shave some time off
that with an EZ-Tag.   Had I had someone to help me drive, I could have
done the round trip in under 6 hours.  The hardest part of that drive was
on Hwy. 290 in between Cypress and Hempstead. And there was a tiny
traffic jam at the construction of the South MoPac Expressway around (
LaCrosse ?? ).


The Celebration of Life for Bill Russell appeared to be better than anyone
could hope for when one passes on.

A whole lot of work went into that.  Obviously, Bill Mixon had a role to
play in that.

On a different note,

I now have a vague idea what the TSC is all about, and some of the work
that someday might need to get done.
Will there ever be another crowd and feast like that there again ?

The weather was perfect for camping and I had camping gear, but after
nearly four hours there, I had to quietly sneak out and head home.

I only took a few selfies at the TSC ( away from the Memorial Gathering. )


https://www.dropbox.com/sh/k2hxofo68apszjt/AACFdXL5KqZ01GRQhx_4HLvya?dl=0

If I didn't get a chance to say hello to you at the memorial gathering, or
ignored you, it wasn't intentional.
When one only sees somebody once or twice a year for a few minutes, it is
sort of awkward or
embarrassing, to not be able to remember their name and basic stuff, like
where are they from.There were
people there that I had met over 30 times in the past 34 years, but very
briefly each time, and so it was some what like walking
into the movie-set of a "Cheers" episode.

David Locklear


And on a slightly humorous note,

At my memorial service ( in hopefully 2065 ), I would like the food to be
sloppy-joes on a toasted sesame-seed bun, grilled crab
croquettes with crawfish etoufee gravy, grilled ground-sirloin with
Ranch-Style beans, ice-cold Fentiman's Ginger Beer, S.O.S.
( thin beef on Mrs. Baird's white bread with brown gravy ),  poached-eggs
with hollandaise sauce, beer-battered
french-fries, and a steamed-tamal ( Veracruz-style ), and grilled
prawn-shrimp with spicy Huatescan sauce, and deep-fried
stuffed avocado, and chicken marsala over angle-hair pasta.I plan to
eat at least 2 or 3 of those things on my 55th birthday,
which is only 60 days away.
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[Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[David]

>From David Locklear

My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.

I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He
arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In
hindsight,
I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a long
time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ).

Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap,
and I was wearing
flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.
 The bus
dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style
with
my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone,
and
had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have
done
had I had time to prepare for the trip.

By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to
mind.I was
drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to
make
a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once
we got
on the road, I felt better.

To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not
Dr. Lecter,
but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I
was
assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana,
and I took
over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me
to Cookeville
and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville
were off his
main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175, money
I really should have
spent going to the dentist.

We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the
side-mirrors a tiny
yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature
would be worthless in
Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light
would be very
annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.

My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to that
confounded National
Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly
uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had
been in the Coast Guard
briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was
either an introvert or an
underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as
a loon, or most likely all
three of those.

I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if
the hotel will let me.

I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't
have the funds to be up here, and I really
have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been
able to find a ride home
yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't
have to hard of a problem getting
back to Nashville.

I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe
a 2-Day Pass.

I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer
vacation, but after that, I have to face
my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I
can get back to work.

P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame.
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Re: [Texascavers] A road-trip story - Part 2

[Linda Palit]

Live life. You are a bit preoccupied with death.


On Sun, Apr 28, 2019 at 12:51 AM David  wrote:

> This is just to say I got home safe and that I hope you all had an
> uneventful trip home.   It was a 3-1/2 drive each way to the TSC from my
> apartment in Alief ( west Houston ).  I might could shave some time off
> that with an EZ-Tag.   Had I had someone to help me drive, I could have
> done the round trip in under 6 hours.  The hardest part of that drive was
> on Hwy. 290 in between Cypress and Hempstead. And there was a tiny
> traffic jam at the construction of the South MoPac Expressway around (
> LaCrosse ?? ).
>
>
> The Celebration of Life for Bill Russell appeared to be better than anyone
> could hope for when one passes on.
>
> A whole lot of work went into that.  Obviously, Bill Mixon had a role to
> play in that.
>
> On a different note,
>
> I now have a vague idea what the TSC is all about, and some of the work
> that someday might need to get done.
> Will there ever be another crowd and feast like that there again ?
>
> The weather was perfect for camping and I had camping gear, but after
> nearly four hours there, I had to quietly sneak out and head home.
>
> I only took a few selfies at the TSC ( away from the Memorial Gathering. )
>
>
> https://www.dropbox.com/sh/k2hxofo68apszjt/AACFdXL5KqZ01GRQhx_4HLvya?dl=0
>
> If I didn't get a chance to say hello to you at the memorial gathering, or
> ignored you, it wasn't intentional.
> When one only sees somebody once or twice a year for a few minutes, it is
> sort of awkward or
> embarrassing, to not be able to remember their name and basic stuff, like
> where are they from.There were
> people there that I had met over 30 times in the past 34 years, but very
> briefly each time, and so it was some what like walking
> into the movie-set of a "Cheers" episode.
>
> David Locklear
>
>
> And on a slightly humorous note,
>
> At my memorial service ( in hopefully 2065 ), I would like the food to be
> sloppy-joes on a toasted sesame-seed bun, grilled crab
> croquettes with crawfish etoufee gravy, grilled ground-sirloin with
> Ranch-Style beans, ice-cold Fentiman's Ginger Beer, S.O.S.
> ( thin beef on Mrs. Baird's white bread with brown gravy ),  poached-eggs
> with hollandaise sauce, beer-battered
> french-fries, and a steamed-tamal ( Veracruz-style ), and grilled
> prawn-shrimp with spicy Huatescan sauce, and deep-fried
> stuffed avocado, and chicken marsala over angle-hair pasta.I plan to
> eat at least 2 or 3 of those things on my 55th birthday,
> which is only 60 days away.
>
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Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[Barb]

David, you could have flown on southwest and camped for less than you are 
probably going to end up paying now- if you plan ahead. But it seems you hate 
that. Btw, you can also cancel flights on SW with no penalty and then rebook 
for the next year's convention if plans get screwy. Just saying.
Barb Coons

Sent from my iPhone

> On Jun 16, 2019, at 8:17 AM, David  wrote:
> 
> From David Locklear
> 
> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.
> 
> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He 
> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
> and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In hindsight,
> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a long
> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ). 
> 
> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap, 
> and I was wearing 
> flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.  The 
> bus
> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style with
> my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone, 
> and
> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have done
> had I had time to prepare for the trip.
> 
> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to 
> mind.I was
> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to 
> make
> a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once we 
> got
> on the road, I felt better.
> 
> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not 
> Dr. Lecter, 
> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I 
> was 
> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
> me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana, and 
> I took
> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me 
> to Cookeville
> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville 
> were off his
> main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175, money I 
> really should have
> spent going to the dentist.
> 
> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the 
> side-mirrors a tiny
> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature would 
> be worthless in
> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light would 
> be very
> annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.
> 
> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to that 
> confounded National
> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly 
> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
> spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had 
> been in the Coast Guard
> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was 
> either an introvert or an
> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as a 
> loon, or most likely all
> three of those.
> 
> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if the 
> hotel will let me. 
> 
> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't have 
> the funds to be up here, and I really
> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been 
> able to find a ride home
> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't have 
> to hard of a problem getting
> back to Nashville.
> 
> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe a 
> 2-Day Pass.
> 
> I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer vacation, 
> but after that, I have to face
> my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I 
> can get back to work.
> 
> P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame.
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Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[Katherine Arens]

also a question:  how can the duffel weigh 100 lbs with no camping gear?   just 
asking why you’re transporting rocks . . .

On Jun 16, 2019, at 11:05 AM, Barb 
mailto:bec_kar...@juno.com>> wrote:

David, you could have flown on southwest and camped for less than you are 
probably going to end up paying now- if you plan ahead. But it seems you hate 
that. Btw, you can also cancel flights on SW with no penalty and then rebook 
for the next year's convention if plans get screwy. Just saying.
Barb Coons

Sent from my iPhone

On Jun 16, 2019, at 8:17 AM, David 
mailto:dlocklea...@gmail.com>> wrote:

From David Locklear

My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.

I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He
arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In hindsight,
I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a long
time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ).

Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap, and 
I was wearing
flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.  The 
bus
dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style with
my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone, and
had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have done
had I had time to prepare for the trip.

By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to mind. 
   I was
drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to make
a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once we 
got
on the road, I felt better.

To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not Dr. 
Lecter,
but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I was
assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana, and I 
took
over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me to 
Cookeville
and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville 
were off his
main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175, money I 
really should have
spent going to the dentist.

We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the 
side-mirrors a tiny
yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature would 
be worthless in
Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light would be 
very
annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.

My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to that 
confounded National
Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly 
uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had been 
in the Coast Guard
briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was 
either an introvert or an
underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as a 
loon, or most likely all
three of those.

I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if the 
hotel will let me.

I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't have 
the funds to be up here, and I really
have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been able 
to find a ride home
yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't have to 
hard of a problem getting
back to Nashville.

I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe a 
2-Day Pass.

I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer vacation, 
but after that, I have to face
my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I can 
get back to work.

P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame.
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[Barb]

Yes! I was wondering that too. (Which goes to show I have been procrastinating 
doing something productive this morning.)
:-)
Barb

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> On Jun 16, 2019, at 11:07 AM, Katherine Arens  wrote:
> 
> also a question:  how can the duffel weigh 100 lbs with no camping gear?   
> just asking why you’re transporting rocks . . .
> 
>> On Jun 16, 2019, at 11:05 AM, Barb  wrote:
>> 
>> David, you could have flown on southwest and camped for less than you are 
>> probably going to end up paying now- if you plan ahead. But it seems you 
>> hate that. Btw, you can also cancel flights on SW with no penalty and then 
>> rebook for the next year's convention if plans get screwy. Just saying.
>> Barb Coons
>> 
>> Sent from my iPhone
>> 
>>> On Jun 16, 2019, at 8:17 AM, David  wrote:
>>> 
>>> From David Locklear
>>> 
>>> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.
>>> 
>>> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He 
>>> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
>>> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
>>> and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
>>> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
>>> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In 
>>> hindsight,
>>> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
>>> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a long
>>> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ). 
>>> 
>>> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap, 
>>> and I was wearing 
>>> flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.  
>>> The bus
>>> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style 
>>> with
>>> my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone, 
>>> and
>>> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have 
>>> done
>>> had I had time to prepare for the trip.
>>> 
>>> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to 
>>> mind.I was
>>> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to 
>>> make
>>> a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once 
>>> we got
>>> on the road, I felt better.
>>> 
>>> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not 
>>> Dr. Lecter, 
>>> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
>>> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I 
>>> was 
>>> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
>>> me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana, 
>>> and I took
>>> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me 
>>> to Cookeville
>>> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville 
>>> were off his
>>> main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175, money 
>>> I really should have
>>> spent going to the dentist.
>>> 
>>> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the 
>>> side-mirrors a tiny
>>> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature 
>>> would be worthless in
>>> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light 
>>> would be very
>>> annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.
>>> 
>>> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to that 
>>> confounded National
>>> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly 
>>> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
>>> spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had 
>>> been in the Coast Guard
>>> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was 
>>> either an introvert or an
>>> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as 
>>> a loon, or most likely all
>>> three of those.
>>> 
>>> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if 
>>> the hotel will let me. 
>>> 
>>> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't 
>>> have the funds to be up here, and I really
>>> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been 
>>> able to find a ride home
>>> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't 
>>> have to hard of a problem getting
>>> back to Nashville.
>>> 
>>> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe 
>>> a 2-Day Pass.
>>> 
>>> I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer 
>>> vacation, but after that, I have to face
>>> my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I 
>>> can get back to work.
>>> 
>>> P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame.
>>> _

Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[Steve Keselik]

I think the weight was estimated. 100Lbs is quite heavy or maybe David is
funding the trip hustling a little product, always in demand at the
convention! Check into Alegiant airlines, $75 should get you close.


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On Sun, Jun 16, 2019 at 11:34 AM Barb  wrote:

> Yes! I was wondering that too. (Which goes to show I have been
> procrastinating doing something productive this morning.)
> :-)
> Barb
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> On Jun 16, 2019, at 11:07 AM, Katherine Arens 
> wrote:
>
> also a question:  how can the duffel weigh 100 lbs with no camping gear?
> just asking why you’re transporting rocks . . .
>
> On Jun 16, 2019, at 11:05 AM, Barb  wrote:
>
> David, you could have flown on southwest and camped for less than you are
> probably going to end up paying now- if you plan ahead. But it seems you
> hate that. Btw, you can also cancel flights on SW with no penalty and then
> rebook for the next year's convention if plans get screwy. Just saying.
> Barb Coons
>
> Sent from my iPhone
>
> On Jun 16, 2019, at 8:17 AM, David  wrote:
>
> From David Locklear
>
> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.
>
> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He
> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
> and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In
> hindsight,
> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a
> long
> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ).
>
> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder
> strap, and I was wearing
> flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.
>  The bus
> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style
> with
> my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be
> alone, and
> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have
> done
> had I had time to prepare for the trip.
>
> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to
> mind.I was
> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to
> make
> a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once
> we got
> on the road, I felt better.
>
> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not
> Dr. Lecter,
> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I
> was
> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
> me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana,
> and I took
> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive
> me to Cookeville
> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and
> Cookeville were off his
> main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175,
> money I really should have
> spent going to the dentist.
>
> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the
> side-mirrors a tiny
> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature
> would be worthless in
> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light
> would be very
> annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.
>
> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to
> that confounded National
> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly
> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
> spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had
> been in the Coast Guard
> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he
> was either an introvert or an
> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy
> as a loon, or most likely all
> three of those.
>
> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if
> the hotel will let me.
>
> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't
> have the funds to be up here, and I really
> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been
> able to find a ride home
> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't
> have to hard of a problem getting
> back to Nashville.
>
> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. M

Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[Charles Loving]

*100 pounds in a duffle is amazing. I didn't take a 100 pounds for three
weeks in Costa Rica.  I travel with an ancient back pack. I take
extra shorts, a pair of pants, underwear, two or three t-shirts, a shirt, a
jacket, a flashlight (teeny)  some socks, and toilet articles, a knife, all
which weighs maybe 25 pounds. I wear my all purpose shoes, pants, longsleve
shirt, Bil Bell belt, and a gimme hat. Travel light. Oh, and a book or two.
No cell phone or computer. I used to ride the bus at one time. **Going from
Austin to Matehuala was real easy on the Tornado Bus, about twenty bucks.
The five bucks to ride in the back of a pick up to Real de Catorce.  I did
it that way cause it was fun.*

On Sun, Jun 16, 2019 at 8:17 AM David  wrote:

> From David Locklear
>
> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.
>
> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He
> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
> and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In
> hindsight,
> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a
> long
> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ).
>
> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder
> strap, and I was wearing
> flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.
>  The bus
> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style
> with
> my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be
> alone, and
> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have
> done
> had I had time to prepare for the trip.
>
> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to
> mind.I was
> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to
> make
> a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once
> we got
> on the road, I felt better.
>
> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not
> Dr. Lecter,
> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I
> was
> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
> me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana,
> and I took
> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive
> me to Cookeville
> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and
> Cookeville were off his
> main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175,
> money I really should have
> spent going to the dentist.
>
> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the
> side-mirrors a tiny
> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature
> would be worthless in
> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light
> would be very
> annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.
>
> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to
> that confounded National
> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly
> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
> spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had
> been in the Coast Guard
> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he
> was either an introvert or an
> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy
> as a loon, or most likely all
> three of those.
>
> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if
> the hotel will let me.
>
> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't
> have the funds to be up here, and I really
> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been
> able to find a ride home
> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't
> have to hard of a problem getting
> back to Nashville.
>
> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe
> a 2-Day Pass.
>
> I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer
> vacation, but after that, I have to face
> my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I
> can get back to work.
>
> P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, and the breakfast is lame.
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Charlie Loving

Re: [Texascavers] a road-trip story - part 2

[John Brooks]

It ain’t heavy, it’s his duffel.

Someone should write a folk song about that.

Sent from my iPhone

> On Jun 16, 2019, at 6:40 PM, Charles Loving  wrote:
> 
> 100 pounds in a duffle is amazing. I didn't take a 100 pounds for three weeks 
> in Costa Rica.  I travel with an ancient back pack. I take extra shorts, a 
> pair of pants, underwear, two or three t-shirts, a shirt, a jacket, a 
> flashlight (teeny)  some socks, and toilet articles, a knife, all which 
> weighs maybe 25 pounds. I wear my all purpose shoes, pants, longsleve shirt, 
> Bil Bell belt, and a gimme hat. Travel light. Oh, and a book or two. No cell 
> phone or computer. I used to ride the bus at one time. Going from Austin to 
> Matehuala was real easy on the Tornado Bus, about twenty bucks. The five 
> bucks to ride in the back of a pick up to Real de Catorce.  I did it that way 
> cause it was fun.
> 
>> On Sun, Jun 16, 2019 at 8:17 AM David  wrote:
>> From David Locklear
>> 
>> My Craigslist chauffeur lived up to his end of the deal.
>> 
>> I had no idea what to expect, but was assuming Dr. Lecter.  He 
>> arranged to meet Saturday morning for breakfast at his cheap hotel
>> in southwest Houston. I was not going to pry into his agenda,
>> and told him I would be there.   This location allowed me to leave
>> the Sequoia at my apartment. I wasted an hour trying to find a ride,
>> to his hotel, and then tried to bum a ride off my neighbors.In hindsight,
>> I should have just walked a 1/4 mile to the bus stop, as the bus allegedly
>> runs every 30 minutes on Saturday.   ( I had only rode it once before a long
>> time ago, and lacked the time to study the bus routes ). 
>> 
>> Anyways, my duffle-bag back weighed 100 lbs, and only had a shoulder strap, 
>> and I was wearing 
>> flip-flops.I was drenching in sweat by the time the bus arrived.  
>> The bus
>> dropped me off a mile from his hotel and I had to walk it Mixtecan-style with
>> my duffle-bag on my head.I was in a dangerous part of town to be alone, 
>> and
>> had all my trip funds on me as cash, which is something I would not have done
>> had I had time to prepare for the trip.
>> 
>> By the time I got to his hotel, I was an hour late, but he didn't seem to 
>> mind.I was
>> drenching in sweat, and exhausted when I met him, so that was not a way to 
>> make
>> a good first impression.  He let me shower and change clothes, so once 
>> we got
>> on the road, I felt better.
>> 
>> To my surprise, my first impression of my new Craigslist chauffeur was not 
>> Dr. Lecter, 
>> but instead Mr. Wan Kuok-koi, leader
>> of the 14K Triad syndicate in China.But that seemed better than what I 
>> was 
>> assuming he would be. He had already finished breakfast, but let
>> me eat while he packed up his room.  He drove non-stop to Texarkana, and 
>> I took
>> over and drove non-stop to Nashville. There I convinced him to drive me 
>> to Cookeville
>> and get a motel and we would split it, even though Nashville and Cookeville 
>> were off his
>> main route of travel to Detroit.  All in all that, cost me $ 175, money 
>> I really should have
>> spent going to the dentist.
>> 
>> We made the trip in a new Chevy Equinox.It had integrated into the 
>> side-mirrors a tiny
>> yellow symbol to warn you of a car in your blind spot. That feature 
>> would be worthless in
>> Houston, as you always have a car in your blind-spot, and so the light would 
>> be very
>> annoying.   You would have to cover it with black tape.
>> 
>> My Craigslist chauffeur, claimed his name was Barry.He listened to that 
>> confounded National
>> Propaganda Radio, for 15 hours, driving me fr*ckin nuts.He hardly 
>> uttered a single word for 15 hours, even though he
>> spoke perfect English.   ( He claimed he was originally from Maine and had 
>> been in the Coast Guard
>> briefly ) I tried my best to find a topic we could converse, but he was 
>> either an introvert or an
>> underworld fugitive, or there was a remote chance he figured I was crazy as 
>> a loon, or most likely all
>> three of those.
>> 
>> I am now in Room 301, Sunday morning. I plan to sleep until noon, if the 
>> hotel will let me. 
>> 
>> I have no idea what I am going to do this afternoon. I really don't have 
>> the funds to be up here, and I really
>> have a ton of chores waiting on me back in Houston.I have not been 
>> able to find a ride home
>> yet, but there is a shuttle bus back to Nashville. I assume I won't have 
>> to hard of a problem getting
>> back to Nashville.
>> 
>> I will likely only purchase a 1-Day Pass for the NSS Convention. Maybe a 
>> 2-Day Pass.
>> 
>> I am going to pretend for the next 24 hours that I am on my summer vacation, 
>> but after that, I have to face
>> my reality, and start pondering how to get back to my apartment, so that I 
>> can get back to work.
>> 
>> P.S. The pool is broken at The Quality Inn, a