It’s 1:30am here in Atlanta, which is of course only 12:30 in DFW, so I can’t quite fall asleep yet, though apparently out on the trail, 9pm is commonly called “hiker midnight”.
Since I’m a bit too restless to go to bed right now, I’ll finish up Houston.
There was a cistern that had once held a lot of Houston’s drinking water, but then sprung a leak that wasn’t quite fixable, and so they turned it into an attraction you could visit at Buffalo Bayou Park. This sounded pretty cool to me, but then I saw that there was a sound healing meditation Sunday morning, so I bought tickets for that specifically.
I put up two videos on my YouTube channel, though like Meow Wolf, you really have to be there to experience it. The artist(?) is Union is Creation, and it went on for 45 minutes, though frankly, I got lost in the sound and it only felt like 5-10 at most.
The start of the singing bowls
After that, it was lunch time and I wanted to try Soy Pinoy, a Filipino restaurant created by 2 James Beard award winning chefs, set up in a food court. If you have never had lumpia, a type of egg roll/spring roll, do so at your earliest convenience. They’re better than any other type.
The last thing I wanted to do that day was to see the 1940 Air Terminal Museum. It’s an art deco building that used to be Houston’s airport terminal way back when. It’s being unkept solely by volunteers and donations, and is right off the back of the Houston Hobby Airport. Most of my pictures are of the flight attendant uniforms and Southwest Airlines because I wanted to show them to my mom, who works for SWA. It was a really neat place, and worth a visit if you get down that way.
Then it was dinner, bed, and time to check out Monday morning.
I decided to try the attached restaurant again, as this time it wasn’t so slammed. Long story short, after an hour, I was given the wrong order (it was good though, lol). In their defense, it seemed that they were drastically understaffed.
I wanted to see the ocean, as it’s been about 20 years since I’ve done so, so despite it being in the high 50s, overcast, and foggy, I headed the opposite way from home towards Galveston. It was a pleasant enough drive that I’d say paid off, because I got to hear many foghorns going off in the distance, and there is something peaceful about the sound of the surf.
Lastly, as it wasn’t not on my way home, I decided to add one more “World’s Largest(longest)” to my collection. At a Buccees in Katy, TX, there is the world’s longest car wash. Since there wasn’t really much to photograph, I made a video. It’s also not much of a video, lol, been through one car wash, been through them all.
If you want to watch it anyway, here you go
After that, 4/5 hours drive (with google taking me down an unpaved road for some reason?), and then I spent the rest of the week packing and unpacking, picking up odds and ends, etc.
Now it’s 2:32am (1:32 central), so, let’s give sleep another shot, eh? Got to stop by an REI in the morning to pick up fuel (no pressurized containers allowed on planes), and then set foot upon path!
(Also, if you were wondering: yes, I got a selfie stick/tripod, and no, it didn’t even occur to me to take it to Houston, lol)
Talk to yall again in a few days, give or take 🙂
A Long Walk To Clear My Head 
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