Friday June 17
With a fond farewell to Winifred and Santa Fe, we drove off to Texas. As soon as we crossed the border, we entered a whole bunch of nothing. We could see from the bank time-and-temp signs outside every town's bank that it was 115 degrees, and stepping out of the car was like climbing into a clothes dryer. Still, the people were nice - at the welcome center, they not only let us have our picnic lunch indoors, they provided us with a tablecloth.
After a looooooong drive, we arrived at the home of the mother and stepfather of the bride, Jo Linn and Miles. They were in the midst of wedding prep madness, but the whole family was there, and we were welcomed with homemade chicken pot pie and salad, and a glass of wine, for a relaxing meal before the big day.