Taking into consideration that we were STUCK in a small Texas town for almost a week, getting back into the swing of things hasn't been that bad. Besides never having any privacy, and always having to pack, unpack, repack and move on, it seems as though things are starting to straighten out. I promise you, I'm not trying to make this blg dramatic. This is really how it happens. Leaving Fort Davis was a little sad, especially since we started to meet some locals. When we went down for our hotel breakfst in Alpine, there was an old cowboy talking with my mom over some coffee. Naturally, we sat down with them, and he started telling us about himself. His name is Ted Gray and he is 87 years old. This guy has been places. We're talkin over 150 countries, and although you can barely tell it from his face, he's had quite the life. Mr. Gray has been a cowboy since the beginning. I mean the real kind cowboy, the one that ropes steers, camps next to a chuckwagon, and uses a horse as his main trasportation.
Since He is old and we are young, he had some advice for us, 'cause you know that every old person likes to give advice. I've heard alot of stuff from the aged, and not all of it is that great, but Mr. Gray's advice really was useful. "Work hard, be honest, and associate yourself with good people who are going somewhere." I've heard "work hard" more times than I can count, but it was obvious he meant it. He went on to tell us that he had come to West Texas when he was 15 and only made $30 a month. By the time we left the table, we realized that we had just had coffee with a multi-millionaire. Hard work...food for thought.
I don't know why certain things happen, but I do know that if we hadn't gotten stuck at Fort Davis, we would not have met Mr. Gray.
We got the van back, left Big Tex with it's owner, and headed for New Mexico.
Since He is old and we are young, he had some advice for us, 'cause you know that every old person likes to give advice. I've heard alot of stuff from the aged, and not all of it is that great, but Mr. Gray's advice really was useful. "Work hard, be honest, and associate yourself with good people who are going somewhere." I've heard "work hard" more times than I can count, but it was obvious he meant it. He went on to tell us that he had come to West Texas when he was 15 and only made $30 a month. By the time we left the table, we realized that we had just had coffee with a multi-millionaire. Hard work...food for thought.
I don't know why certain things happen, but I do know that if we hadn't gotten stuck at Fort Davis, we would not have met Mr. Gray.
We got the van back, left Big Tex with it's owner, and headed for New Mexico.
