Home Sweet Home...

Leaving San Antonio this morning, we were greeted with blue skies...

The weather weasels were calling for fog in the area - we were happy to see that wasn't the case.  We were looking for blue bells (the flowers) along the way.  Not many, yet, but plenty of these orange(ish) flowers...

Thirty or forty miles down the road, the clouds lowered...

Then, really lowered...

About half way to Corpus Christi, the traffic thickened up a bunch...

This is the first day of Texas Week Spring Break - about half the state's colleges and universities are out this week.  Lots more elementary and high schools.  And plenty of those folks are heading for the beach.  We have driving this stretch of road many times - this is more traffic than we usually see.

At our turn to head for the Tropical Tip (about 14 miles outside of Corpus), the traffic dropped off a bit... some of the crowds will head for Port Aransas and Rockport, and plenty will be heading for South Padre Island.

It was a day without rain, a nice change.  It is apparent that this area (now, south of Corpus Christi) has had a LOT of rain lately...

Standing water everywhere.  This area of road construction is a mucky mess.  As we headed towards home, the clouds broke and there was glorious sunshine once again.  And greenery; after months in the desert, it is refreshing to see the lush greens all around...

It isn't a "heading for home" post without the palm trees in the median that start about 60 miles from the Tropical Tip...

We stopped at our storage unit, hooked up the batteries in Big Red - she fired right up.  Joan pulled the truck out and I put the Aspect inside.  I plugged her in while Joan put the slides out... time to start the unloading process.  The plan: get the food and some personal stuff out, swap the cargo trailer to the truck, and head for home.

We were relieved as we rolled into town that traffic was not backed up for miles - that is often the case on weekend afternoons during Spring Break.  The Laguna Madre looked great; the view as we came across the bridge to our island was welcoming.

I was backing the cargo trailer into the driveway around 4:00... Mike and MJ came over to say "Hi, welcome home," and offered to help cart stuff.  I wouldn't wish that unloading on anyone.  Mike had hosed off our walkways, so we were able to just get to work, getting the house opened up and our stuff inside.

Izzy walked all around the house and gave her approval.  Then checked to make sure her food and little box were in their proper places.  Joan put away food, I was the pack mule.  There will be more unloading to be done later (we'll probably bring the motorhome to the house, and the cargo trailer is loaded), but for now, we are settling back in to being house dwellers.

Yep, home sweet home.  And, I hear the jacuzzi tub calling my name.  :-)