Marilyn; From past experience, I've learned to never ask a farmer for directions. Most haven't been off their farms in years, at least not past the nearest town with a grain elevater. " Well now, let's see, ya go down this here road a piece an turn left where that gas station used to be -------.
I remember way back in Basic that you Texans had mosquitos so big that once they picked out a victim, they would have to decide if they should eat him there, or take him back to share with the others.
take care
chucktoo
chucktoo -
Yeah, I could spin you a yarn or two about Texas farmers. Mother and I used to drive to Beaumont to go shopping. The road (US 90) was only two lanes in those days, one going east, one going west. Beaumont was only 25 miles away and it normally would take about an hour driving through the piney woods and around curves (passing vehicles ahead of you was out of the question) but, heaven help you if someone left the gate open and let that farmer out on the highway with his rusty old pickup truck! They were never in a hurry and any ETA you might have had just got tossed aside.
When it came to mosquitos, I was usually picked out as their "victim". Some people were never bothered by them, but me, they chewed on me all summer long.
That's another reason I live in California now. 
Marilyn