Leaving Fort Davis

We did it. We got out of Fort Davis.

We began our Re-Lo adventure, from our house in Fort Davis, Texas, where we lived for only 4 months, but were firmly ensconced, to our house in New London, Connecticicut.

We emptied the contents of this house:

Including this room:

And this room:

And this orange bathroom:

Into this Westy:

We packed every nook, corner and cranny of every closet, cabinet and storage space of this Westy.

No, it didn’t all fit, so we sent our beloved futon and 3 beloved stools to our beloved Fort Davis friends for safekeeping.

It still didn’t fit, so we returned 2 borrowed tables and 9 borrowed chairs to our beloved friends in Fort Davis, Marfa and Alpine.

No. Of course it STILL didn’t fit. So we donated all the thrift store junk back to the thrift store. . . and left the rest for our still-to-be-determined, but surely unsuspecting tenants.

We said goodbye to Fort Davis:

(and left that agave behind, sigh…)

We crossed the Pecos River:

(and left Far West Texas behind, sigh . . . )

Filled up, of couse:

(You never know when you’re going to have another chance. )

. . . And drove off, in full trailer trash mode.

Hello, "Sooner" State!

Hello, "Natural" State!

Oh No!! Not again!

Oh Yes. Again.

But this time, we’re taking matters into our OWN hands:

I KNOW!! We could have brought the futon . . .