Snakes in a motel!

Greg’s dad is in Austin for work this week, so he came to our house for dinner last night. He’s been to Texas before, but this was the first time he had been to our place. He hasn’t given us his opinion of Austin, but he’s dropping hints about it.

We asked him where his hotel is. He told us it was just off of Highway 183.

“What is the crossroad?” Greg asked.

“It starts with an ‘s,'” Dave said.

“Spicewood Springs?” Greg offered.

“No, it’s something like Snakepit Lane,” Dave said.

“Yeah, there’s no Snakepit Lane here,” Greg said.

Dave continued to fumble for the name, but couldn’t think of it. Clearly he’s enjoying himself here, staying on Snakepit Lane … or Scorpion Drive … or Cactus Crossing. He’s going to return to Illinois with warm, fuzzy memories of this place.