As Run PMC Esquire mentioned, I did wake up pretty early that morning. I had taken some 4R up to the room and might have over indulged, which resulted in me waking up in a bit of a fog about 6a.
First thing I did when I woke up was check on Lou's position (we had all shared our GPS locations prior to leaving, because well, that's what us EAFers do), and it showed him about a mile away. Not really trusting things at that point, I showered to clear the cobwebs, got dressed and packed, then checked again. Sure enough, it showed Lou was in Ft Davis.
So I grabbed my stuff and headed down. Sure enough, there was Chef Lou's truck. Problem was, I couldn't tell if he was in there because of his gangstered out windows. Knowing he drove all night and not wanting to risk waking him up, I grabbed Trudy out of the truck and went for a walk.
When I returned, it wasn't Lou that I found milling around the rigs...it was a middle aged gray haired lady dressed in outdoor / ranger gear. She was...interesting and talkative. Turns out she was formerly a ranger at Big Bend Ranch State Park, and was immensely interested in our trucks. Diedre was her name, from New Orleans of all places. BUT she talked like a southern CA surfer hippie with a slight hint of The Dude from the Big Lebowski.
Here is a verbatim recap of the first 20 seconds of our encounter, which is immediately after I walk up:
Her: DUUUUUDE! Is one of these your rig?
Me: yeah, the middle white one
Her: awesome man! And these trailers are FxxxING COOOOOOOOL. And what's in these boxy tarps (the RTT)? Camping supplies and s***?!? And you guys have roof stuff and bumpers and oh man you have firewood in there and I see you brought a portable toilet and shelter that's badass!
Me: <pre-coffee stunned silence>
Her: Where are you guys headed, the state park or the natty? Go to the fxxxing state it's better I used to work there. Are you taking pavement or gravel in? Take gravel that s*** is way more awesome.......(and on and on)
Diedre and I actually wound up having a good chat, nice lady, and parted ways with her giving me a pointer to have breakfast across the street. Bout that time, chef Lou pops out of the truck and we flawlessly execute our secret EAF handshake and catch up for a few mins. We decide to grab breakfast while waiting on PMC, and Lou heads up to my room to get cleaned up first.
Bout that time, maybe a little before, around 8a, PMC awakens from his hibernation and we exchange texts, obviously agreeing on how EAF lou is.
Lou walks back down, and we head across the street (on Diedre's recommendation) to grab breakfast. They had donuts, coffee, and mushroom quiche. Lou said 'I ain't eating that' and broke out. I ordered a coffee and donut, walking out 10 mins later and $10 dollars lighter.
By that time PMC had emerged outside, and we grabbed breakfast at a proper place, eating eggs, bacon, hasbrowns, pancakes, etc., and 30 mins later it's roll out time.
...hands the mic back to Run PMC Esquire
First thing I did when I woke up was check on Lou's position (we had all shared our GPS locations prior to leaving, because well, that's what us EAFers do), and it showed him about a mile away. Not really trusting things at that point, I showered to clear the cobwebs, got dressed and packed, then checked again. Sure enough, it showed Lou was in Ft Davis.
So I grabbed my stuff and headed down. Sure enough, there was Chef Lou's truck. Problem was, I couldn't tell if he was in there because of his gangstered out windows. Knowing he drove all night and not wanting to risk waking him up, I grabbed Trudy out of the truck and went for a walk.
When I returned, it wasn't Lou that I found milling around the rigs...it was a middle aged gray haired lady dressed in outdoor / ranger gear. She was...interesting and talkative. Turns out she was formerly a ranger at Big Bend Ranch State Park, and was immensely interested in our trucks. Diedre was her name, from New Orleans of all places. BUT she talked like a southern CA surfer hippie with a slight hint of The Dude from the Big Lebowski.
Here is a verbatim recap of the first 20 seconds of our encounter, which is immediately after I walk up:
Her: DUUUUUDE! Is one of these your rig?
Me: yeah, the middle white one
Her: awesome man! And these trailers are FxxxING COOOOOOOOL. And what's in these boxy tarps (the RTT)? Camping supplies and s***?!? And you guys have roof stuff and bumpers and oh man you have firewood in there and I see you brought a portable toilet and shelter that's badass!
Me: <pre-coffee stunned silence>
Her: Where are you guys headed, the state park or the natty? Go to the fxxxing state it's better I used to work there. Are you taking pavement or gravel in? Take gravel that s*** is way more awesome.......(and on and on)
Diedre and I actually wound up having a good chat, nice lady, and parted ways with her giving me a pointer to have breakfast across the street. Bout that time, chef Lou pops out of the truck and we flawlessly execute our secret EAF handshake and catch up for a few mins. We decide to grab breakfast while waiting on PMC, and Lou heads up to my room to get cleaned up first.
Bout that time, maybe a little before, around 8a, PMC awakens from his hibernation and we exchange texts, obviously agreeing on how EAF lou is.
Lou walks back down, and we head across the street (on Diedre's recommendation) to grab breakfast. They had donuts, coffee, and mushroom quiche. Lou said 'I ain't eating that' and broke out. I ordered a coffee and donut, walking out 10 mins later and $10 dollars lighter.
By that time PMC had emerged outside, and we grabbed breakfast at a proper place, eating eggs, bacon, hasbrowns, pancakes, etc., and 30 mins later it's roll out time.
...hands the mic back to Run PMC Esquire
