Our First Destination

“I’ve always gotten along with Texans. You’ve got to.” –Burt Reynolds

Wise words, Bandit. Here’s hoping we do, too; our first stop on this wild and crazy adventure is Corpus Christi, Texas, a city on the Gulf coast about a 2 hour’s drive south from Houston. While Wes has traipsed around from Amarillo to Austin, I have never spent much time in the Lone Star State.

We are excited about this being our first stop for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that the drive from Point A to B is pretty much entirely F-L-A-T. Being new to the whole travel-trailer-towing lifestyle, this was one of our major deciding factors when it came time to choose an initial destination. Of course, this video was also incredibly persuasive:


But when we really sit down and think about it, the destination doesn’t really matter. Sure, I would like a challenging and interesting work assignment where I can help out and maybe even learn a thing or two…but ultimately what we are in this for is the journey. For finding corners of this amazing swathe of land we call one nation and saying, “Lookie! Who knew this was here?!” It is incredible how I call myself an American, but I have yet to see even a fraction of the purple mountain majesties or fruited plain. This country has nearly every type of climate–from semiarid to tropical savanna to temperate continental–and elevation changes ranging from 232 feet below to over 20,000 feet above sea level. And I haven’t explored the bulk of it. Shameful, really, when it is all here, with interstates connecting dot to exciting dot so easily (Thanks, Dwight!).


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