Even the longest journey begins with but a single step, or so they say. Our journey started at 5:18 yesterday morning, when Cowboy decided he'd slept long enough. Of course, once he was up, I figured I might as well get up. The alarm was set for 5:30, anyway.
The Red River, just north of New Boston, TX.
Speaking of New Boston, we felt like world travelers yesterday. Paris, Detroit, and Malta were just a few of the familiar names of "foreign" towns we drove through. Oh, and Clarksville. And now I can't get that song out of my head. Do you think this was the Clarksville the Monkees took "The Last Train from...." all those years ago? I doubt it.
So, here we are at Millwood Landing RV Resort. This is a great resort, complete with swimming pool, tennis courts, restaurant, golf course, lakes, and alligators.
Cowboy is on the golf course this very minute. Hope the alligators don't get him.