Fredericksburg to Fort Stockton

Before we left Fredericksburg this morning, we stopped at the National Museum of the Pacific War. Poppa said I'm too young to understand it, and he hopes I never have to experience anything like it. I stayed in the truck while Poppa and Nana went in. After, Poppa said said he thought it was the best presentation of a single theme he has ever seen in a museum or monument. I never saw tears in Poppa's eyes before.

Poppa did show me one picture from the museum:




This is a Jeep from 1942. The first one was built by Bantam Motors in Butler, Pennsylvania which is only half an hour from where Autumn and Brenna live. Poppa had a newer Jeep and loved it.

I didn't understand why there was a museum about the Pacific Ocean while we were in the middle of Texas. Poppa showed me this sign:



Chester Nimitz was born in this house and had some kind of big role in what was shown in the museum.

Then Poppa showed me that Mr.Nimitz's house is now a childrens' toy store:



Poppa said that seemed fitting in a "swords to plowshares" sort of way. Whatever that means.

We drove 287 miles from Fredericksburg to Fort Stockton, AND WE'RE STILL IN TEXAS!! Wow, Texas is BIG! And flat. And dry. And dusty. And brown. And hot.

We arrived at the Hilltop RV Park in Fort Stockton and found some whimsical sculptures:







The park owner said his wife has forbidden him from buying any more.

There was a beautiful sunset tonight,and lots of people were sitting outside watching it:








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