Bread with raspberry jam and a quick cup of coffee and we are off. It is an easy 10-minute walk to the train that is pretty much empty even though it is workday rush hour. The ride is uneventful and we arrive at the airport with lots of time. United has sent many a text updating on changes in requirements for travelers and admonished us to allow extra time to clear all the new hurtles and we find the first new one as we arrive. They have blocked off the usual route to check-in to allow for direct boarding onto buses for incoming Australians heading for mandatory quarantine. They send us out and around to the front entrance of the international terminal. We are thankful that it isn’t raining and that our luggage has wheels. There is lots of waiting in lines (all made tremendously long with 1.5-meter social distancing enforced) and there seems to be some redundancy but things go without major incident. We are held in line to provide proof of travel today to get into the airport, we wait to scan passports and get boarding passes, we wait to check in luggage, we wait to check in for our flight, we wait to clear customs with a live agent, then we wait to move through normal security. Our path through the airport is a bit more circuitous than normal but we still arrive at our gate a full three hours before departure. That is ok. We are probably a little more nervous than usual traveling and just fine having all that behind us.
The long leg is, well, long. We get off on time and have a big tailwind much of the journey, up to 150 mph. There are more than a few bumpy moments as a result but we get into San Francisco about an hour early. After 13 hours in the air it feels good to stretch our legs. Leg two into Houston goes smoothly too after a sort of funny announcement. “Your health and that of our crew are of utmost importance to us. As a result, this flight has modified cabin service. None.” It is only 3 hours in the air and they just fed us three times on the last flight so no problem. We are good with just getting home. We are on the ground, yeah. We register the address of our 14-day self-isolation with the Texas State Police and meet the kids, 6 feet separation of course, who bring our car and care package of groceries and necessities so we can head home. We find the motorhome just as we left it in storage and within an hour are settled in at an RV park not far from the kids. Even a great vacation is at its very best only when one is back home in their own comfy bed.
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Celebrating
First, the Friends Organization of the Mid Coast Refuge Complex sponsors a very tasty fajita luncheon as thanks to all volunteers, RVers and locals alike. The food is delicious and includes some classic Hispanic deserts, tres leches cake and flan plus an odd sounding but really delicious grapefruit and rosemary pie. Thanks to all the refuge staff for cooking and serving.
Our smaller circle, San Bernard Staff and our fellow RV volunteers, get together for a farewell dinner at a local pub, Wayside. It is a great tradition that gives us all a chance to visit, swap stories, and trade contact information to try and stay in touch once we all head on to other things. We have been part of their biggest volunteer group ever, 8 of us at one time. Six remain for at least another month or two but we are off on our next adventure. Australia and New Zealand here we come!
One last project
Since Kent earned his stripes in electrical work, he has one more wiring-like project before we move on. Today he is remounting the power and switch wiring for the fuel island on the refuge. I have the support tasks, including painting the new mounting board. Turns out waiting for the paint to dry down here in sticky, humid Texas is the slowest part of the job. Not too shabby a job I say!
An evening stroll
Boots crunch as we zigzag through tilled soil where feral hogs have rutted up Cowtrap trail. We move along high and dry up on the levee with a view of marshland as far as the eye can see. Scattered pools of open water offer habitat for all manner of waders and ducks. Mosquitoes buzz around us but are held tolerably at bay by a steady breeze.
Grackles trade their whistle like calls and the air is filled with the telltale trill of red wing blackbirds as they skip hop the trail in front of us. It is overcast with just enough sun to bring the gators out to loll on their favorite patch of grass.
I am on the lookout for rails, it is the perfect habitat but none make a showing. We spot grebes, egrets, herons and all the typical ducks. We startle a group of hogs at the trail’s end and they noisily scurry off into the brush.
Shadows grow longer and the sky takes on a warm orange glow. Blackbirds disappear from the trail side and coalesce into an undulating cloud on the horizon. The sun flashes off wings of a flock of white ibis floating just above the marshland. As daylight wanes, critters we seldom see announce with clicks, gurgles, and chirps rising from all around us. Amazing how different this world becomes as night falls.
Wrapping things up
Just three more work days ‘til we head out. Rain is forecast so it likely won’t be a very productive last week. We put in one extra day this week to wrap up trail work at Dow Woods. There is always opportunity for more trimming and it wouldn’t hurt if it was all mowed again but overall it looks pretty good.
Trailer re-decking
It is cold and damp this week so we are glad to have some indoor (at least in-garage) work. We tear off and re-deck three drop gate utility trailers. The tear off is definitely where the hard work happens. Many of the screws are rusted and twist off. It is pure brute force on the first two but luck improves, plus maybe a bit of learning from earlier work, most of the screws back out on number three and we just lift the old boards off. Three pretty trailers lined up in a row making for a nice sense of satisfaction.
Roofing
Back to the cabin. We get a break in the weather and start into laying sheeting, tar paper, then shingles. None among us have done this in a lot of years but it goes pretty smoothly. Deb and I do the high work…we give our handiwork an A. Time, and rain, will provide the ultimate grade! The guys finish up soffits and porch trim. All in all, pretty good looking. We clean up excess materials and put away tools. Time to move on to the next project.
Superbowl Party
Pretty low key but some good snacking. The four volunteer couples got together at the bunkhouse to watch the game and hang out. Mark and Deb are avid Kansas fans so they are stoked for the game. Others just like a good football game. There is even an alternative “sport” for the non-enthusiasts. Check it out.
Bull Creek Cafe’
Brian and Johnna meet us for steak at a little café in Rosenberg. Food is delicious and it is wonderful to share some time with the kids. Time is flying by as we finish up work at the refuge and do the final planning for our trip to New Zeeland/Australia. We will get to spend a little more time with them the weekend before we get on our way.
It RAINED
The ditches on the volunteer job site are full of water to the very top. Fortunately, they are used to moving water around here. One fire pump and a transfer pump get it down to about 6” of water and another 6” of muck. It is an improvement though. We pull wire and re-bury conduit. It is a lot of shoveling and slogging in the mud but feels good to get it done. Three new sites with power and water. Yeah.