Another day in Kenedy visiting the middle of nothingness in south TX. Miles and miles of flat land with scrub bushes as far as the eye can see on every side of the road. Everywhere are huge drilling rig sites and rows upon rows of trailers housing the workers. We passed through Goliad to get to Kenedy and it is a quaint little town with lots of TX history. For the last two years Kenedy has been a booming oil area with huge fast moving 18 wheelers hauling oil, workers driving trucks and hundreds of oil field workers living in trailers but little else. We turned onto one highway and there were 14 trucks at the stop sign. I counted 10 more before I saw a car, and that was a jeep so it hardly counts as a car.
Our “resort” required payment in full up front with only a 10% refund if we did not stay and now I know why! Yucky, moldy, dirty bathrooms, no hot water in the showers and washers that groan when they spin. The grounds were crushed cement and no matter what you do, that darn crushed cement dust gets inside and adheres itself to everything you step on. We put down our levelers but it did little good. I still felt like I was standing on a hill inside the RV. Earlier today we saw a line of trucks towing damaged trucks away to the junk yard. All along the highway there were signs advertising attorneys that handled oil field accidents. Guess the 12 hour days these guys put in 7 days a week fills their pocket books but the drawbacks, tired drivers and lots of accidents, is a definite downside.
After breakfast we headed to Goliad. It was run down but had a beautiful government building. Seems every Podunk town in the country has money to build beautiful government buildings and supply funds for their upkeep even in a bad economy but the rest of the downtown square has certainly seen better days.
Yucky salty lunch, bumpy long drive to another place in the middle of nothing and pains shooting up my spine almost the entire ride home. Stressful day but I’m sure I’ll laugh about it in a year or two.
We had dinner with Josh at an upscale restaurant in Cuero. The Eagleford, owned by John’s former boss, was nice but the chef had problems with my meal. John says it’s the sign on my forhead that says “give this lady rotten service and screw up her order”. It is what it is.