2009, Pam and I were on our way to the Spring National bridge
tournament in Houston, Texas. At some point between Dallas and
Houston, we began seeing signs for something called Buc-ee's.
The signs were weird and
obscure and started at least 150 miles away from the actual
location. Naturally, my curiosity began to grow as I had two
hours to imagine all the wonderful things that could be found
at a Buc-ee's. Eventually, we reached Madisonville, Texas and
the sign that said Turn Here for BUC-EE's! Unfortunately, Pam
was driving and she thought (not unreasonably) that stopping
would make us late getting into Houston.
disappointed and over the next few days I began to tease Pam
by describing things I would normally like as, “Well, that was
nice but I'm sure it's no Buckys.” Obviously, my attitude was
adding nothing to the trip so fate intervened and about a week
later we saw signs for another Buc-ee's in Freeport, Texas. We
immediately drove in and discovered that Buc-ee's is a
(slightly better than average) gas station and convenience store. I was at least as
disappointed as I had been when we initially drove by the
first Buc-ee's. Pam was amused though and began teasing me by
describing things she would normally dislike as, “Well, that
was okay but at least it was no Buckys.”
Eventually, a Buckys became our code for a quirky place that you can look forward to arriving at but in actuality is probably going to be a bit disappointing. Essentially, a Buckys is all about harnassing the pleasure of anticipation and imagination to make a long drive more enjoyable. So, in 2010 when Pam and I were planning our two month California bridge road trip, I ended up creating a list of 80 different Buckys that one or the other of us could look forward to visiting. For some reason, I made it a rule that I had to take at least one picture at each Buckys we decided to stop at. Those pictures (and a habit that I picked up on the trip called the bridge Hand of the Day) became the nucleus for this website.
So, if any
of this sounds interesting to you then take a look at the
Buckys and Bridge trips that Pam
and I took to California,
Montana, Florida, Alberta, Québec and Arizona. They are in chronological order and I believe that they are also in order of increasing quality so you might want to start in Arizona and work backward. In addition, I
have also attached some photos and bridge hands from such
places as Detroit, Las Vegas, Houston, Penticton, Seattle, Calgary and Las Vegas. None of
these were Buckys trips but it seemed appropriate to include
them on this website. Not coincidentally, they are also in order of increasing quality.