To the end of the Rainbow
It seems like the end to our long journey is nearly here, in more ways than one. We are currently only a day’s drive to Rainbow’s End in Livingston, Texas, our official address. It seems that we have planned for this moment to arrive for several years now, from imagining a life on the road, to slowly making plans, to actually getting in the truck and turning the key.
I saw a motorhome in the campground this morning that was aptly named ‘American Dream,’ with a tagline that proclaimed that that was what they were doing in their RV — living the American Dream. So are we, and I’m grateful every day for the opportunity.
We passed through Midland, Abilene and Sweetwater today. I’ve never seen such huge oil rigs on land, so many pickups with grille guards, or such a collection of people wearing cowboy hats. They were playing country music in the Taco Bell, which prompted Kurt and Terry to eat a lot faster than they normally would just to get out of there.
Once we got to the campground here in Ranger, Texas (yee haw), Terry got to put a line in a Texas fishing pond this afternoon for the first time in nearly 30 years. True to form, he and Kurt didn’t catch anything, but they still enjoyed the experience. Good to be back in the Lone Star state, a place we once called ‘home.’