Pandale continued.

Chasing the Texas sunsets,

 

            Where was I?  Oh, the Holland Hotel.  By the way, both the restaurant and bar closed down at foreclosure. It’s Saturday morning and I have tried to make it a habit not to stay mad over one day.  So, when I walk through the lobby I tell the guys that, “hey, that’s life, anybody can make a mistake”.  Even though I still believe the new management for the bank just took the Crow’s Nest for themselves.  You know, when things go to hell, it seems like one follows the other.   I don’t know what’s happened in Alpine.  The service, the service is pitiful.   We went to two steak houses and walked out because of the service.  Can you believe? Does anybody know the owner of “Alpine City Limits”?  I think I could help them, if they cared.  Same thing at “The Drug Store” restaurant in Fort Davis.  I could help them.  Maybe, they want to be fired.  Hey no car payments for a year, Obama’s stimulus package, Obama’s extended unemployment,  and Government reduction of their home mortgage.   It might make cents to get fired about now.  Lavern, there were bright spots:  The Apache Trading Post, a must stop in Alpine,  Chihuahuan Desert Research Institute out of Fort Davis, great place to view many of the desert plants, and Mt. Mitre.  We also made a run through Marfa.  With the service gone to hell in a basket, High School Girlfriend and I partaked at the local Dairy Queen.

            Sunday morning we are packed and heading east.  Destination, Dixon Kellner’s place.  Rickey, look, don’t give up on the Holland Hotel.  Give them 4 or 5 months to get things running right again.  They said that their working with someone to open a quality restaurant, soon.  It could happen to any of us.  They are really pretty good people.  I’ll book again.  Uh, uh, did I mention that when I went to check out, these good people, said it’s on the house, it’s free, and they were sorry for the mix up.  Oh life is wonderful.

            Rolling, rolling, rolling down Highway 90.  Damn right, I’m driving a Ford F-150.  The one American car maker that didn’t take the Government bailout.   Sanderson,  Dryden and pull off the highway at Langtry for a pit stop.  Well, there’s not much there, but the Wagon Wheel is open and has clean rest rooms.  You know I’m not staying on Hwy. 90 all the way.  I’ve decided to take the back roads to Knippa.  I’m taking the river road north at Comstock where we can parallel the Devil’s River.  Man, I love this country.  I need to find somebody with a place on the Devil’s River.  Juno,  Mayfield’s Country Store, Nix Ranches, and Hudspeth Ranches.  Anybody know a place I can meditate on the Devil’s River?  Let me know, please.  Comstock, Juno, Rock Springs, Camp Wood  ( a vehicle with it’s emergency lights, it’s Texas Game Warden Rachel Kellner, not a citation, a hug and put on notice that Dixon and Charlie are waiting for our arrival) Uvalde, Knippa and the Little King is out in his front yard waving at his grandparents. Charlie and Rachel prepare a wonderful dinner while I baby-hog.  Monday morning we are off to the Brazos Bottoms and back to work.

 

 

Chasing the Texas sunsets,

 

Craig Dickson

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