UNCERTAIN, TEXAS: Without the city limits sign folks might not
believe there is a town called Uncertain. Ms. Intrepid decided all on her own to
pull Nigel the Land Rover over for a little proof.
Story & Photos by IRA KENNEDY
Being a woman and all, Ms. Intrepid had several possible destinations for
this adventure. Being a guy with a fair hold
on my feminine side (which thankfully doesnt show up in any mirrors), I did what every rational feller in my position
would do. I said, Sure, Honey, that
sounds great (without an exclamation mark.) The
truth be known, I really didnt care.
Consider this. If
youve never been to this place or that, you have no way of knowing for certain which
is best. And if you go here instead of there,
youre still somewhere. And besides
youll never know the difference anyway. Lets
just say I was uncertain.
when I saw Ms. Intrepid pondering our Roads of Texas map book and looking at a section of
East Texas I started caring quick. Fact is,
Im kinda shy regarding that section of Texas. Its
those pine trees all bunched up together, tight and tall, that give me the willies
get claustrophobic-y just thinking about it.
Fact is, Ms Intrepid has had her mind set for some time on Caddo Lake. Dont ask me why. Ive always figured that the less you know
about a woman the more mysterious she becomes. And
too, it cuts down on a lot of stuff Im expected to remember.
Then I saw it! On the map, right there
on the banks of the Caddo, was Uncertain, Texas. It
was like some omen or something. or maybe my hometown in a past life. Ok, maybe it was just cute. Besides, if youre anywhere near a town with
a weird name, you oughta go give it a look.
We werent even half way near. Out
yonder isnt far enough either. Its
waaaayy out yonder (pronounced owchonder ).
The trip meant spending the night somewhere which meant spending money. Im one of those folks who get buyers
remorse when they get two hot dogs at a convenience store.
Shopping around isnt high on my fun list either, but it only seemed sensible
to check out the motels in Uncertain on the Internet.
Grab a hold! Some of these places run
$100 a night and up. When I was a boy in
Blanco I coulda rented a house for two months with that money and had enough left over to
eat chicken fried steak at the Blanco Bowling Alley Café every night for a week.
I found a place in Uncertain for $40 a night and the pictures of the place looked
just fine besides it was only one night. So
Ms. Intrepid called, left a message, and they never called back.
I forgot to mention the part about the weather.
The weatherfolks were calling for rain Saturday and Sunday, so Wednesday afternoon
Ms. Intrepid decided we should leave Thursday after work and stay at the Victorian Inn
& Suites in Nacogdoches where we had stayed one night a year ago to the month.
That sounds great, I said knowing all along that somewhere there is a
parallel universe where Im leaving on Friday morning like we planned. Sometimes, to quote a poet I once
knew, youve gotta throw away the reins.
(Which I had done months ago when I surrendered the driving part of Ms. Intrepid so
I could ponder, take pictures and eventually get nearly car sick trying to read the
teeny-tiny type on the map.)
It was past dark when we took off so all I had to do was concentrate on the
pondering while Ms. Intrepid took us up Highway 21 all the way to Nacogdoches avoiding
IH35 altogether. And the night-time was fine
with me cause we could breeze right through Lost Pines without me being reminded of
the landscape all scrunched up and looming overhead just up the road about six hours or
In preparation I went and picked up a few necessities. Like salami, cured ham, two kinds of crackers,
three kinds of cheese ( pimento is Ollies favorite), soda, chips, dip and Rolaids. Some $45 worth in all. I was getting a wallet-ectomy; the hard way.
Night driving holds plenty of mystery. All
yellow stripes, headlights and faintly lit homes set back well off the road. The what you suppose that is? cluster
of buildings that slid past before we could both get a good look. And, somewhere near Nacogdoches, a fox darted back
into the underbrush as quick as thought.
Sometime around 11 PM we arrived at the motel.
I was worn to the nub from all that pondering and before long was dreaming of pine
trees growing up right through the floor.
PAGE 1: DESTINATION UNCERTAIN / PAGE 2: UNCERTAIN AGAIN
PAGE 3: CADDO LAKE / PAGE
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