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Our Weekend at the Frio River

Our Vacation at the Frio River

viewSo, last weekend, my husband and I spent the weekend at the Frio River with a few families from church. I have to say, I’ve never been to the Frio, so I was pleasantly surprised. For one thing, the vacation home we rented was nice. Like, seriously nice. This first picture is the view from the back porch. That alone was worth the price of renting it for the weekend. To top it off, it had lots of bedrooms, a game room, and a pool. Oh, and places to grill outside. Trails for hiking. Deer blinds if you decided to come back during deer season. Oh, and it was out in the middle of nowhere–which meant that at night, you could actually see the milky way. I’ve never seen the milky way. Unfortunately, such isolation comes with a price: bad phone connection, and no internet. That’s great for getting away, bad for anyone addicted to Facebook.

ready to swimThis second picture is of all of us getting ready to float down the Frio. We’re all decked out in our swim suits, slathering up with sunscreen, and trying to round up the kids. I wish I had more pictures. By the time we finished slathering zinc sunscreen on our faces (which looked exactly like bad lipstick) we looked like extras from Braveheart. The river was beautiful, not too high, and we enjoyed it before everyone else did. I floated down it twice, once on Friday and again on Saturday, with my husband.

poolAnd did I mention there were kids? Yeah, my husband and I were the only couple not to bring their kids, but only because we don’t have any yet. And boy, did they have energy. Like, endless. The oldest was 12, youngest 16 months. And they never quit running. I’m pretty sure they even ran in their sleep. Once we got done with the river, we enjoyed the pool. Two hours on the river, and three in the pool. Games of chase. Another hour at the pool that night. Next day, hiking and three hours playing in the river. If I had half their energy, I’d loose 30 more pounds. Easily.

flying bats2Also, another detail. It was 10 degrees cooler there than San Antonio or Dallas area. I don’t know how that happened. Did we just get lucky and just catch a three day cool front? Or does the Frio River affect the local weather? I’m betting on the last, actually. Whatever the reason, I loved the cooler temperatures. I can’t wait for fall. High of 90 and low of 68 sound heavenly right now.

bat on shoe 2However, my favorite thing we did was go to the bat cave. No, not Batman’s bat cave. This cave houses more than 12 million bats, and every night at 8 they come out to eat mosquitoes. Which explains why there were no bugs on the river. According the the game and fish guy who were there and answered our questions, it takes three hours for all of them to fly out. Also, apparently bats are migratory. Didn’t know that. They fly to Mexico for the winter and come back over spring break to raise their babies.

bat in hand 2These were the little bats, not big ones, and so were not creepy. In my opinion, I think they’re cute. A couple of bats fell out of the sky while we were there. One of them landed pretty much right in front of me and then decided I was a stalactite. This little guy just hurt his wing. The game and fish guy couldn’t tell if he broke the bones or if he just broke the skin. He release him not long after we took the picture. Hopefully, our little bat friend made it and is now flying with his friends again.

 

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From Airport to Water Park, My Husband Puns on

I hate the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport

This past week my husband and I picked up one of our friends from the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. He was coming to stay with us for the week on vacation. My husband, of course, was ecstatic.  Me, I wasn’t too keen to go to the D/FW airport. I’d been there only once while waiting for my flight to connect, but I’d never left the terminal. I’d heard horror stories about the place–about how huge it was, how easy it was to get lost, and how it even had its own bus system to ferry people around in. Since I was going to be in the airport’s Hyatt Regency hotel in about a month, I was curious to scope the place out and get an idea of what was to come.

Everything I’d ever heard about the airport was true. It was huge. You had to pay to get in and out (that was a new one for me). The place was a city and even harder to navigate if you didn’t know where you were going. Cars were everywhere–I would feel more comfortably driving 60 mph in a Wal-Mart parking lot than crawling at 20 mph in that place.

Of course, trying to get from the airport to the other side of Dallas during 5pm rush hour was even worse. And I’m moving to this place why? Thankfully, we managed to get home safely at about 1 am, but it is a trip I’m not eager to repeat.

My husband can drive me nuts

Once my husband was safely ensconced with his best friend, he then proceeded to remind me just how big a nerd and how annoying he can be. Since Wednesday, I’ve heard him talk 6 straight hours about his favorite video game, two straight hours of body-themed puns and endless rehash-our-college years stories. Oh, and today when we went to a local burger joint (it sells really good burgers) and the waitress asked who does this meal belong to, he said, “optimus prime.” After which, my husband and his best friend discussed the aerodynamics of a thrown coconut and how much force it would exert upon impact.

Seriously? Optimus Prime?

I love my husband, but sometimes, he makes me want to bang my head against the wall.

I can’t complain about everything that happened this week

Not to say I didn’t have fun hanging with my husband. We went to Schlitterbahn, the local water park here in San Antonio. After waiting in line for an hour to get on one of the rides (and listening to way too many puns), we floated down the rivers for about two hours, ate ice cream and shared a funnel cake. I haven’t had funnel cakes since I was a kid. It was great.

After Schlitterbahn, we went to Cooper’s for barbecue. If you’ve never been to a Cooper’s, I feel sorry for you. You have no idea what you’re missing. It’s the best barbecue in the world, in my opinion. (The sign said second best in Texas. I would like to know who is number one, just so I can go on a road trip and see for myself if it’s true.) It’s expensive, but worth every penny.

We also went and saw Ant Man, and it was worth it the second time around.

Other than hanging out, swimming, eating barbecue and listening to too many puns, I also worked my butt off and wrote a ton on my story. Once I finally finish it, it’s going to be well over 100,000 words. Of course, once I finish it I’ll still have more work to do. ACFW conference is in a month and I have to work on that, as well.

I almost want a vacation from my vacation. I’m tired, slightly stressed from all this writing, and I am looking forward to having my home to myself (and my husband) again.