I travelled to West Point; yes, I did. That’s West Point, Texas.
I’m pretty good at packing for a trip; I don’t particularly over-pack. Well, unless I’m going to an out-of-town agility trial and there is a good chance of rain at the trial site. Then I have to take extra clothes, rain gear, umbrellas, and towels. Then I over-pack. But under normal, non-agility conditions, I pack as little as possible when travelling.
Unpacking, however, is a different story. I get home, unpack my travel bags and put them away. I put them away with stuff still in them. Why? Because most of them have black linings and it’s hard to see what’s in there. I think the bags are empty. They are not empty.
(I refuse to have a purse with a black or dark lining. Whenever I sew a purse or tote bag, it has a very light lining. Problem solved, there.)
I regularly leave something packed in one or more of my travel bags. I am a Packed Rat. For example, I once lost a belt for over a year and found it only when packing for the next out-of-town trip.
I also leave items in tote bags. When I take my watercolor paintings to work for show-and-tell, I use a really nice, pink tote bag that my friend Susan gave me. I put my meeting papers in the tote bag, to make it easy to haul everything around. Then I take my tote bag home. The next day, I wonder, where are my meeting papers from yesterday? The Packed Rat syndrome strikes again.
In case you need to buy some bottled water, the Exxon station on Highway 183 in Mustang Ridge has a few it can sell.