January 18, 2010: At Victoria, Texas:
The stop at Victoria was just to make the trip to Lake Conroe (which is about 50 miles north of downtown Houston) less exhausting. (We like to go no more than 280 miles in a day.) We stayed in DAD'S RV Park, an older but quite adequate park. (Bill learned, by the way, that the name does not refer to the head of a family; rather each "D" stands for the first initial of the name of one of the two founders of the park some years ago, and the "A" stands for "and" of course.) While we had reservations, the park was full so they put us in what they call their overflow area. It frankly worked out to be more convenient for us, and, since they gave us a discout for the imposition, I was giddy with delight. Well, maybe not giddy. "Happy" is OK, though.

We had a little time there, so we visited "old" Victoria, which was very interesting. Victoria was settled in the 19th century (i.e., before Texas was a state) by a few Mexican families, and became an important center for farming and ranching. The wealthy ones built magnificent houses, many of which are still maintained as either private homes or professional offices. It's a real treat to drive through the neighborhoods and see them. Besides those treats, however, Victoria isn't much.

By late afternoon, Becky decided she needed to see a doctor about her foot---which did not seem to be geting any bettter. She saw a local doctor the next morning, and, since we were leaving that day, he was able only to give her a prescription for something to deal with the swelling; she would see another doctor in the Houston area for follow-up.