Fort Davis and Losing a House

Last weekend we went to Midland for my Dad's surprise 55th birthday party. The party was a success and everything went well (except my Abuelita had a health scare). The birthday menu included raw oysters, carne asada, brisket, and all the normal barbecue trimmin's. And two cakes. And lots of beer. And washers (for the uninitiated, it's similar to horseshoes).

We also went to Fort Davis and got to wear blue ribbons with "Descendents" written on them. That was due to Mr. Dietrick Dutchover himself and we met a few Dutchovers. I also read a great story about Dietrick hiding on the roof of one of the fort buildings during an Apache attack. Only three or four settlers survived that attack and it was interesting thinking: wow, if he had been a little slower, I wouldn't be here today. Way to go, Dietrick! Plus, there's that whole Apache attack thing. Amazing to think of a time when that was a regular occurence. You can see some of the Fort Davis pictures on Nate's site, in the gallery section.

In Dallas news, Nate and I found and fell in mild love with a house. We put a bid on it yesterday and found out someone else had already done the same thing. Today we were told we could counter-offer but we got the sense the seller was trying to start a bidding war, so we backed out. Very disappointing, but there are other houses in the same neighborhood (even one on the same street) available, so it seemed silly to go all out on this house. So the search continues ...