...Day 112. Actually only day 9 but some days just don't seem to come together very well and today was one of those days. Paul's back flared up. He couldn't bend over and if he did it took a couple of minutes to straighten back up. So I had to do most of the tear down and prepping the RV for the day ahead. All the while he's barking orders telling me I'm doing it all wrong.

Stuff is breaking. The damn cheap TV antenna is one of those that's advertised to give you many years of problem-free service. However, it's already virtually disintegrated. It's no longer one part but ten parts. We had trouble getting it down onto the roof and into the right holding spot. (You manually crank it up and down.) On top of all this Daisy still had the trots.

We traveled off the interstate from Giddings using secondary roads to avoid busy Houston. But that added dozens of miles to the trip. Our neighbors at the campground in San Antonio suggested this alternate back roads route but they have a much longer trailer than ours. Theirs is 35 feet. Ours is a hair under 18 and easier to handle. We probably wouldn't have had any trouble negotiating Houston traffic and would have arrived here a couple of hours earlier had we taken a more direct route.

But we made it-- to Lake Conroe about fifty miles north of Houston. It's another Thousand Trails preserve and quite a picturesque spot. On a large lake that appears to be fairly full. Spring leaves are coming out on the trees and the only caveat--the temperatures. It was 80 degrees yesterday. Today the high was 55; tomorrow, 45 and rain is expected. All this should continue right on through Sunday when we pull out.

When we finally selected a campsite next to a small pond, we backed the trailer in, opened the door to the truck, Diasy squeezed out and away she went. Not after deer this time, but ducks. They took off like a flock of Canada geese during hunting season. We both ran after Daisy trying to settle her down not knowing what the hell she'd do if she actually caught one but it was more play than anything else. Now we don't know what she likes better--deer poop or duck poop. Hell, she'll eat both. Remember: it's all about the dog. So went day 112...