Texas

After a long day of driving we arrive in San Marcos on Thursday night at my Aunt and Uncle's House. Their two basset hounds were the first to welcome us. They are Huge! After sleeping in on Friday we head out to breakfast at the Cracker Barrel, a first for both Staci and I. We then head to the Alamo, a traditional pilgrimage for all Crouches. We walk along the Riverwalk and have some BBQ for lunch. For dinner we join Aunt Michelle, Uncle Mark and his daughter's Kara's family at a hole in the wall diner called Blake's in a small, small town called McQueeny.

The next day we pack up and follow Mark and Michelle to Moulton, TX a town of 944 people an hour outside of San Antonio. It is here in the Old Moulton Cemetery that my Great-Great-Great Grandfather was buried in 1900. His name was Jackson Crouch and is the namesake of our soon-to-be born son. It was a moving experience. We part ways with Mark and Michelle at the cemetery, they head home and we continue down I-10 towards New Orleans. Mark and Michelle were great hosts and it was fun to see them again. We decided that I hadn't been to visit them in almost 15 years and Staci and had never been to most of Texas.

After 8 hours of driving we arrive in New Orleans Saturday night. We decided to drive the whole way so we could get up early and tackle the city Sunday.