Indianola, Texas, is reported to be a ghost town. We’ve seen some ghost towns in our day. Some have a lot and some have a little but most of them have something. In Indianola’s case (and admittedly we didn’t look too hard) all we saw were some plaques indicating where things used to be.
Honestly, we were not too disappointed that Indianola’s Ghostly Image was lacking in actual buildings and such. It has a really neat history remnants or not. Besides, we weren’t there for the apparitions. We were there because you can stay right on the bay or (in our case) the lakeside for the low low price of ‘free’.
Pretty sure at least one (perhaps all) of these next three are called Wind Flowers.
This will forever be known as the Musket Flower in our book because when she
first saw it Darlene said to Nicole, “Oh, musket flower. Musket flower!” To
which Nicole responded, “O.K. Let me get my camera ready.” Nicole then said,
”Wow, I know that plant but I’ve never heard it called a Musket Flower.” When
she had finished a really good laugh Darlene then clarified, “No, I said MUST GET
FLOWER.” She meant that Nicole should take a picture of it!
This fella thought he’d get a better look at the fracking mess that the fracking dust
combined with rain made on our windows when we drove down the Gate Guard Highway. He’s on our back window, by the way. It and the rest of the van was freshly speckled.
Speaking of flying and potentially biting and stinging things. Nicole took one for the team to grab this close up. Imagine trying to hold the camera still while this one is chomping down.
And now back to a few pretty things to ease your mind...
With it, however, anticipation does not bring result. We were awoken in the middle of the night to some really fierce wind and driving rain. Now, we’ve been through plenty of both of those and normally the small profile of our little rig tends to shake them off pretty well. On this particular night though something was different. There was a knocking on the roof and a vibration all along it. The solar panel appeared to be catching and upward draft of some sort. We started up the van and attempted to reposition her. Then we opened the front doors to remove our screens so that they wouldn’t get torn. In the process the driver’s door was ripped out of Nicole’s hands and getting it closed completely was more difficult than it should have been.
So.... with a wonderful day behind us we opted to store those memories and make the one a.m. trek inland to Wally World where we hunkered down on the windless side of the building between many other vehicles and promptly passed out!