Aged To Perfection

 

This time of year is always the celebration of the elders and this year isn't any different.

 

 

Here's the mob again at Cenare's in College Station. The mob has thinned a bit from previous years but for the fortunate few it was great. The hosts and chefs at Cenare are used to the annual migration of the Gunn clan to fete the old professor and every year is more special than the last as this was NUMBER 98! 

The owner then brought a piece of tiramisu with the numbers 98 on it ... yeah, many ensuing jokes about the damage that 98 candles would do to the restaurant!

A glass of wine and a good piece of Italian inspired tilapia set the tone for some more old (almost a century) stories and thoughts of his long and productive career.

It was a super night but still wish Mom could have been there. She's doing well but not up the process of going out into the restaurant melee of College Station with around 60,000 Aggies also looking for dinner.

Speaking of Texas A & M and the Aggies it is always a challenge for anyone to come in there and try to book something especially on a home game weekend. Both our favorite parks were booked from earlier this year, so we chanced a new one which just opened in July.

This was Karsten's RV Resort and they had just one spot left. As you can see above the terrain is typical Texas cow pasture and grass. This is a new resort and we got their normal weekly price of $160; the cheapest hotel in town was a Ramada for $160 single for one night.

While the pads were concrete and long they were very narrow and getting around the bus in a Texas frog-choker would be pretty muddy. The sites were very close together to maximise dollar return, but the oddest thing about them was the preferred parking spaces.

If you look above, that generally is our porch side where we would put out our awning and chairs. our car would be parked to the right of where it currently is .... basically it is our lawn over to the power post. Nah. The concrete guest pad for the neighbor sits in our lawn ... weird.

Hey ... any safe port in the storm, eh ... and it was cheap. Speaking of cheap we filled up when we left with a tank of fuel for $3.32 a gallon ... gotta keep on driving!