In the year since we last saw SPI, we have been in dust and mountains and dry and gravel. I got used to it and it became my world, and I'm not gonna lie the western landscape is a thing of beauty. Our last stop in Mathis was grubby and rustic, if you saw my car you'd have me arrested for abuse. Getting down to the lake was such a PITA that we didn't do as much of it as I thought we would, but the people there are terrific and they have a real community going on. Too bad it's in the middle of nowhere and a 20 mile drive to the nearest decent grocery store....
We had some trouble putting Mathis in our rearview this morning - the levelers were jacked up and didn't want to go up or down. Then they went up but we were concerned once we got to our next destination...on a Sunday...now what?
So I'm coming through Port Isabel with worries on my mind, and the second I started up that bridge - with the SPI skyline ahead and the gorgeous Laguna Madre all around me - I broke into the biggest grin and the world just seemed a better place.
We got settled in, the levelers magically fixed themselves, and tonight we went to dinner at Pier 19, which is part of the KOA (this campground is more of a resort than a straight KOA). Fresh fish, because they don't do that in the places we've been for the last year.
I'm really glad to be back in civilization - Mathis seemed like forever - and glad to be back at the beach. I remember loving Williams and Flagstaff, and Route 66, and Oatman, and all the wonderful places we've been in the last year, but I literally danced a jig when we pulled into this KOA.
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