That's where we ate our lunch. It was delicious.
We saw no hate signs, no signs warning us that we would fry in hell if we didn't accept Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior, and not one Trump sign.
We saw cows and horses and donkeys and flowers and pecan groves and our winding, meandering route took us right through Hard Labor Creek State Park which was beautiful with forests and cabins and horse trails.
At one point we were merrily driving down a road when this happened.
We laughed and found an alternate route.
It was magical.
I feel so lucky. We had no time frame and no worries about anything and we had so many laughs and I read a Larry McMurtry book out loud when I wasn't too busy looking around.
Now we're going to find our supper and all is well and I hope it is with you too.
It is good to travel, it is good to wander, it is good to be lost but not really. It is good to remember that no matter where you go, there you are.