I thought I would have a lot of time on the road to write about our trip. I’m not sure what I was thinking.
My HANDS ARE FULL you guys. Jokes aside. In all kinds of different ways than they were before. And I feel the same way I did when my kids were all six and under, drowning with all the crazy chaotic stories to tell and zero time to tell them.
Most nights, I fall into bed exhausted and uninspired by the day’s events. Not that the day’s events aren’t eventful. By all means they are. They are perhaps, too eventful. And while sometimes the chaos inspires, it is also true that sometimes the chaos exhausts.
Right now, I’m in the “exhausting phase” hoping to one day make it back to the “inspiring” one.
However, I did want to let you know we survived Snowmageddon in Texas. Southern Texas. We were almost in Mexico you guys! There should not be snow there, there should not! And yet there was. And it became another opportunity to trust God, another opportunity to hold plans loosely. I didn’t think I needed anymore practice.
I know some of you were worried about us. And for good reason. It was precarious.
Most of the roads were fine the day we traveled, but one section of the road between Carlsbad, New Mexico and San Antonio, was covered in snow, and we saw at least 20 tractor trailers busted on the side of highway 10 from the previous snow and ice storm. We stopped at three different McDonalds that were not open. No power or no water, maybe both.
We almost ran out of gas because the gas stations didn’t have any. Thank the Lord, we found one that had gas with about 10 miles to E. After ten hours of driving, we finally arrived at the Airbnb we had rented to “weather out the storm” but it didn’t have power. So we slept in the RV, thankful for a generator that could run our lights and heat.
The next day, Darrell got a 24 hour stomach bug. L (Really, the miracle in all of it was nobody else got it—thank you Jesus 1000 times!!)
After two nights of on and off electricity, we had to switch houses because apparently there was a new guest coming in, although I found that extremely hard to believe as we drove through the snowy streets of San Antonio where so many were without power or water.
It is a strange feeling not knowing where you are going to sleep at night.
But another GRACE in it all, was when so many couldn’t or were hesitant to rent out their house because of the black outs, we found a lady who was willing. And it was a beautiful place. I walked in and just cried. It was a gift. It felt like home. We ended up having electricity the whole time, and were able to take baths and wash our clothes. We just had to boil our drinking water. 😉
So yes, we survived the hundred-year-snow-storm in Texas and the below freezing temperatures in Carlsbad, New Mexico. I slept in my puffer for three nights in a row and barely changed my clothes, but we all stayed warm at night in the RV. The kids also wore jackets to sleep a couple times, which, was not so unusual for Lee, since he pretty much lived in his snow pants and jacket in Tahoe, even INSIDE our duplex. I don’t think the kid likes being cold. Or he really likes jackets.
Once we finally got to the Airbnb that had electricity (consistently) I made ALL the kids shower.
As Lee stripped down, I realized he was wearing two-thirds of the shirts he owns. I’m not kidding. He pulled off five or six shirts!! Instead of taking the old one off each day he’d just add a new shirt on top! Easy-peasy. Get dressed? No problem, mom. I’ll just add it on top. 😉 What a kid. At least he stayed warm.
Now we are in Dallas, there is not a slush pile in sight, and it was 72 degrees today.
It’s almost like the whole thing was a bad dream.
And I realized yesterday when it was warm but the wind whipped off the table cloth, knocked over our chips, blew away our trash, and turned over a chair that there are lots of kinds of weather that are not good for RV life.
Snow/ sleet/freezing rain.
Any temperature under 60 degrees.
Basically, it has to be sunny, or partly sunny, and between 60-80 degrees for the RV life to live its best life.
So here’s to hoping for more of that. Fingers crossed. No tornadoes in the South East, okay? We’re coming for ya’ll next.