Our road twists and bends, but it never ends
152.5 miles: Fran’s is one of those local joints tourists miss–unless you have a hankerin for a burger in one of three sizes, called out from counter-to-grill in some arcane code lost to us carnivores. Oh, and don’t bring your American Express, or Visa or Discover for that matter. They only take dead presidents at Fran’s.
Zuzu likes those fries!
[Photo by Stella]
100.3 miles: How is it bugs are able to hit the windshield in the
exact center of your field of vision? Do you suppose they have classes
for this in bug flight school? At least they can’t do it twice.
I don’t think Stella liked what she heard very much…
[Photo by Zuzu]
The kids wanted burgers for lunch and our late Summer weather has been anything but stable. So, we Googled some options. Ruling out Abilene and Tulsa, we landed on Austin as our choice. They must have enjoyed this summer’s trip because everyone leaped into the trusty Expedition without being asked twice. Who knows… Maybe we’ll stay overnight.
