The Adventures of Fric and Frac: Adventure 243 Lake View RV Resort/Houston, TX/Post D

Elite eight selfie.

From Zion to Zydeco and a trip to Zag misery in between. What a day! In the morning, we took the back (Non Freeway) roads to Memorial Presbyterian Church for the middle service (Contemporary) of three. The members were fashionably late (A Presbyterian trait), but the big church was pleasantly full by the end of the service. Our former pastor, David Peterson, left First Presbyterian and just retired from this Houston church in 2013 after eighteen years of service. Peterson is easily the best preacher I've ever heard. He's a fabulous writer, a solid theologian, and a fine example of righteous Christianity (And he's humble.approachable, and genuine) . Today's service felt much like he was still here. The young pastor who spoke today used a sermon structure much like Peterson's. It was full of imagery, anecdotes, allusions, citations, and the message challenged the faithful to live a better Christian life. It was a good service, although at the Peace sharing, the exuberant Texans (They're incredibly bubbly and unceasingly polite) almost scared me with their social natures. "Welcome, I'm Dennis. It's nice to see ya'll." "Welcome, I'm Heather." And so forth. After church, we had our traditional egg surprise, and I soundly beat Stumpy twice to set up the final game for all of the Houston Astros tomorrow morning. We watched much of the Michigan State/Louisville game on TV before heading to the stadium to cheer wildly for our Zags. The game wasn't what we hoped for. The Zags played up hill all game against maybe not a better, but certainly a stronger team. The Duke guards dominated ours, our big men got early fouls, and a Duke reserve (Matt Jones) had a career night. Beyond that, Duke's defense was spectacular. The Zags average over eighty points. They scored fifty-two tonight. It was tough, but It's hard to be disappointed in a season of thirty-five wins. Nonetheless, I'm sure our Zags are feeling a bit empty right now. As for us, the excitement was palpable, We screamed until our voices were hoarse, and we almost got on TV (The hand held stopped panning an inch before we would have shown). Since the game was early (4 P.M.), it was still light afterward so we drove down to the University district looking for dinner. We found a place called Local Foods which was almost like a cleanse after all the BBQ, Mexican, and Burgers we've been eating. Judy had a Vietnamese Bahn Mi pork sandwich, and I had an Asian chicken salad. The food was excellent, the joint was packed, and the atmosphere was casual friendly. Very good spot. It was about 8 P.M. after we finished dinner, so we went to a dive bar called the Big Easy to listen to zydeco music (Every Sunday). The band was called the Zydeco Spots. Typically, the music was high energy (The dancer's feet were smoking'). I especially liked the guys playing the washboard. It was a full day: from heaven to hades and somewhere surreal in between. Tomorrow, we're off to the wilderness again to a place near the Texas/Louisiana border called Caddo Lake State Park. It's a swampy place at the north end of the piney woods that has cypress trees dripping with moss, alligator eyes peeking from the slime green water, and all sorts of other surprises. It's a brief overnight stay, but hopefully we'll once again be granted traveling mercies. If so, we'll have most of the afternoon to explore the park. Although not on the original agenda, Houston has been a great experience for here life is good, especially today.