We read in the San Angelo newspaper about a guy who calls his ranch the Deep Shit Cattle Co. , we asked in a nearby town where this was located and the lady said she was a neighbour and to just drive right down to their house, and they love to chat with visitors. Sure enough, we took a few photos of the gate to the ranch , 12 inch high letters between silouette caricature bulls, DEEP SHIT CATTLE CO. The owners were on their way to a doctor's appt. but Paul had a short conversation with them. They even invited us to nap in the camper on their property if we wished. Later in the day we found Crawford, Texas. Same scenario, we asked someone in a gift shop, they told us where George W. and Barbara's ranch was, we drove out, before we got too close we were stopped by a secret service agent, his sunglasses were classy, we asked if it would be possible to chat with the Bush's, he said," Did you see that helicopter overhead a few minutes ago Sir! You just missed them!"
See the usa on 99. 00 a day, we got that from "See the USA, in your Chevrolet", remember the Dinah Shore show, just google Dinah Shore and listen to her sing her signature song.
What a classy Texas style campground we stayed in last night, the shower rooms are Texan size, 5 feet by fifteen feet, the showers are 6 foot square, you can both shower together, and we did! Pets are welcome it says, that includes horses! We have talked a lot about having to show ID, no matter how old you are to buy beer or liquor, yesterday Trish went to pay for the beer in the Wal-Mart, she showed ID, the girl said she wasn't old enought to sell beer, she had to get another cashier to do it! Paul found a bottle of Crawford's Scotch in a specialty shop! We seen dead coyotes hung on fences, we guess it's supposed to discourage other coyotes? We have another day or so in Texas, we will continue to hunt for Hesus!