So, this morning my hubby and I have the weekend off together (I know, right?!?), so we decided to take a drive down to Glen Rose, TX and visit Fossil Rim, which has a Dinosaur Park with large replicas of dinosaurs and fossils of the dinosaurs for tourists to walk over and stuff. So we packed a bag and jumped in the car. Woo hoo!
An hour and a half later (due to a shopping pit stop and a stop for energy drinks and to pee), we arrived, changed to our swim/hike gear and jumped into the murky, but cool waters of the Paluxy River. (Sorry no pics...water and digital photography don't do well.) The hike along/through the river tested both of us and our ability to balance, look graceful, and not smack our heads on the slippery rocks below. On more than one occasion we called each other "Grace" and just prayed no one broke a limb. We swam for awhile (all the while looking out for water moccasins...it's all fun and games until some adult across the river tells his child to look out for snakes...), hiked a bit, then a few hours and miles later, we packed up and headed off to find some food. The first pic is of the view as we entered the campgrounds. The next pics are of some of the sights we saw on the road.
Hubby had been to Glen rose before, so he knew of a wonderful BBQ place. As we drove, we hit something in the road of substance, but never actually saw anything in the road behind us or on the tire when we got out, so we parked at the restaurant and forgot all about it. No damage, no problem. We had a wonderful dinner at Hammond's BBQ (Hoo-rah!!! Chopped beef, baked potatoes, and sauce!). Then on the way home we went. Chantal (the GPS in hubby's car) said we had 73 miles to get home and we started out on the highway when a mile down the road the car made an unGodly thumping sound and Jack pulled us over. Apparently, whatever we hit sliced the tire just enough to let us drive, then it ripped the inner portion of the tire until it popped and shredded. Rah.
Luckily, a car can go at least 50 miles on the donut.