The Last from Livingston

Yesterday morning we took one more hard look at the connectors on Chuck and Toad.   As we bent low to the ground, we attracted the attention of one of our neighbors.  (see photo below)   

 This little fellow was incredibly persistent approaching within a few inches and standing up to beg.  I finally decided he was attracted to Robin’s rust-colored plaid shirt and grey/brown pants.  Obviously she was a kindred spirit.  Hence the “Squirrel Whisperer” was born.

More neighbors at the campsite across the road.  Glad all the water isn't on our site.

Visits to 3 different RV service places finally yielded a new umbilical cord and the diagnosis that we also have a bad pin or two on the socket on the Toad.  We’ll do our best to get a good connection today and head for Dripping Springs and when we’re settled again we’ll take a better lock at the socket and see what we can do.

Meanwhile, dinner last night was mediocre Mexican food.  This place came recommended by locals but was pretty dumbed-down. 

We do much better in Kenosha.  We have high hopes for eating in Austin.  We'll keep you posted.