Home again...

That old saw about "you can't go home again"... yeah, I'm saying you can.  We are proof of it.

Leaving San Antonio this morning, heading for the Tropical Tip.  The weather weasels were calling for strong north northeast wind and a chance of rain... that got that one right.

It was chilly when I went outside to unhook utilities.  I needed a sweatshirt, Joan put on a jacket.  Rufus stayed in the coach where it was comfortable.  He settled in for a nap as soon as we were on the road...

It wasn't long before we rain into that forecast rain...

It wasn't solid rain - more in and out, getting more in as we rolled further south.  Rufus would look up now and then when there was rain - first time he's seen that while traveling.  He went back and forth between our laps...

About 120 miles on I-37, just before Corpus Christi, we make our turn towards home...

A stop in Kingsville for fuel and kitty lunch...

Running on Expressway 77 (morphing into I-69 as they make the road limited access), there wasn't much in the way of wildflowers, but the prickly-pear cacti were blooming...

The smell of freshly mowed grass...

I've showed the palm trees that start north of Raymondville and are a sign you are approaching the Tropical Tip...

It seems that making this highway limited access means moving some of the roadway - and that means taking out or moving those palm trees...

It would be sad to see those go - it always makes me feel like we are almost home when we see the palm trees lining the road.

The rain started up again, this time much heavier...

We are on the home stretch... to home.  We stopped at our local Walmart to disconnect the CR-V from the motorhome - it makes it easier to get things parked by the house.  Coming up to the bridge that crosses the Intracoastal Waterway and gets us onto our island...

Car and trailer parked.  Motorhome parked.  In the pouring rain.  We went into the house before bringing Rufus in and starting the unloading process - it all looks good.

We brought Rufus into the house in his carrier.  When we let him out, we showed him where his litter is, walked through the house, and finally showed him his food dishes.  A bit of sensory overload for him... "This is all ours?  We live in a mansion?"

Well, it is a small island cottage, but I understand his perspective after living in the motorhome since he became a part of our family.  We brought his toys in, but there is a lot to discover... those ceiling fans throw shadows and are potential cat killers... there are so many windows.  Joan held him on her lap for a while, then he sat by me on the couch.  It is a lot to take in, but we won't rush him.  It will take us a while to get moved back in.

Good to be home.