That’s all we needed. That’s what we kept telling ourselves when we were packing for our trip in the motorhome. One day to San Antonio. One day home and we’re done. Now we’ve been wearing the same clothes for a week, except when we take them off and wash them at night, so we can wear them again the next day.
Enough of that. We drove home. We arrived just after dark to eight inches of water in our driveway, a billion mosquitos, and frogs singing their little hearts out in the lake out front. No problem. Inside our house, the electricity is still on, the air conditioning is still running, and we’re comfortable. Other houses in the park, not so lucky. They’re a little lower so rooms and sheds are flooded and air conditioners are submerged (so not working). There aren’t a lot of people that spend the summer here, but our sense is that about half of them have evacuated.
We left the motorhome up by San Antonio and came home in the Jeep. We’ll pick up clothes, medicines, and a few other things. Judy has a doctor’s appointment Thursday morning we don’t want to miss. Then we’ll drive back to San Antonio to rejoin the bus as a planned trip this time, until the flood waters go down here.
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