I planned a deep sea fishing trip for my boys. They have dreamed about going for years. I always discouraged them because I thought it would be too costly. Well, I did some internet research and found that it wasn't as expensive as I thought. I found a 4 hour charter boat that would leave from Galveston for under $50 per person. I had no desire to go so I asked my brother and brother-in-law to go with them. Their two cousins wanted to go, as well. Halfway through our trip I shared the secret with them. They couldn't believe it.
Everyone caught something but most of them had to be tossed back. Bradley got to keep his bonnet head shark and one of the kids got to keep a trout.
The boys have more pictures on their phones. I say I'll download them to the computer, one day, but we all know that won't happen.
Brad's little girl is so adorable. She was so shy and it took her a while to warm up to Katie.
Here we are eating our Shark and Trout tacos. The kids were very adventurous and tried them. I think only 1 or 2 liked them.
Even Kyle tried them!
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The last thing we did was take the kids to an indoor trampoline arena.
Saying goodbye was rough. Rough! There were more than a couple of us, in tears.
We had a miracle, come along, for our drive home. While in the process of looking at vans to buy, Katrine's neighbor sent a message around the ward. They were needing someone to drive their van back to Utah and would pay the gas. It was perfect timing. We were able to postpone purchasing a vehicle until we were comfortably home.
We stopped at Whataburger for lunch. Caleb read the logo as Whatabooger.
We pushed hard, the first day, and made it to Dalhart, TX.
I had just finished one of the best books I've ever read, about Dalhart and the surrounding area. It is titled, "The Worst Hard Time". It is a true story compiled from first hand accounts of those that lived through the dust bowl. I was able to spend the time driving, to teach my kids about what I had learned and about the experiences they had to go through. It was so hard to see these peaceful, green farms and know that only 60 years ago, it was an enormous sand box of starvation and death.
I would've loved to stop at this farm and see if anyone I knew from the book lived there. The kids didn't like that idea so we pressed on to Colorado.
We stopped in a small mountain town, in Colorado, for a picnic lunch and kept pressing on. We made it home to Utah that night. We were so happy to see our home but we will always have our great memories from Texas.