Last Day in Port A.


  It’s so nice to sit and watch the ships go by at Roberts Point park.  Steve has been making good use of my bike in town.  I’m not able yet to move my ankle in a direction that would allow me to pedal.  There’s a company in Houston that sells a folding bicycle for two that we are tempted to check out.  Steve could do the pedaling while I sit behind him and enjoy the scenery.

I’m still struggling to figure out where to stay during the period between shipping Tulip and getting on the cruise.  Meanwhile the cost of flights to and from Colorado are going up every time I check.  Pretty much everything else on my list is done.  I’m afraid to look at Steve’s list for the motor home: Major service, new tires, recall work, make a partition between the cab and coach to put up while in transit, and more.