On our way home, Nancy asked if we could stop at the Sam Houston statue. I have spent more time than I would like to admit in Huntsville (no, I wasn’t incarcerated – my best friend went to college there) but I had never actually stopped to look at the statue.

Nancy hadn’t been in years but she kept telling us about the replica of the head to show you the relative size of the statue. Apparently it was so large, that she only came up to Sam Houston’s nose.

I think she was mistaken.

I enjoyed following Nancy around while she was taking pictures.

Vivie looks happy at 9 in the morning.

Alright, I took one picture of the statue.