The first morning we woke up in Texas, we saw something I never thought I'd see - a drilling rig. Right in the middle of the city. And right next to our RV park.
But no rest for the wicked, as mom says. They still had to unpack the big truck and put it into a storage unit. So a week after they packed it all in the truck, they packed it all out of the truck. It was really hot and humid, and there was a ton of crap. They figured it was a good way to get ready for the "Texas weather". Here's all our stuff at the end of the day, ready for the door to close.
And just in the nick of time. That night was a HUGE thunderstorm. The motorhome was rocking from the wind, and you couldn't hear a thing inside because it was raining so hard. Mom and dad were SO glad it waited until after they'd unpacked to rain. What a mess it could have been.
The next morning, the rain was all done. It was still a little cloudy and very humid, but no rain. The perfect weather to start exploring our new home.