From Kat (Christa): I would like to admit that I was very afraid to get behind the wheel of our gigantic, 40 foot long, bus. On May 18, 2018, on our way home from the Texas coast, I decided to give it a try.
We thoroughly enjoyed our weekend camping with family on the Frio River in Concan, Texas. We went hiking, swimming, tubing, had a great time with family. It was truly wonderful and we are looking forward to our next trip.
We’ve falling in love with the breathtaking RV beaches, made from mostly crushed shells, in Magnolia, Texas. Free camping, with minimal accommodations – no hookups, not dump site, no showers, just a few garbage receptacles and a spectacular view of the ocean. Not bad at all, especially considering the price.
This week we head down to Corpus Christi and Port Aransas with hopes to catch SandFest in Port Aransas. The small and sandy roads (along with the promise of 100,000+ people) in the small town of Port A left us feeling a bit uneasy.
Fearing our rig’s large size may get us into trouble near the crowded beach, we decided to look for adventure elsewhere.
We took a spontaneous trip to Granger Lake this past weekend, not far from home base in Hutto, Texas. Cloudy skies and temperatures in the low sixties kept us indoors for most of the weekend, although we did manage to sneak out for a drive around the dam and park grounds.
It was easy for us to book a last minute, site that included electric and water hookups with access to an on-site dumping station. This campground allows dogs on leash, even long leads and tie-outs (with supervision).
Songbirds sang to us through open windows as we enjoyed spectacular sunsets and lakefront views. The sites were spacious, and easily had room for large RV’s – our 40-foot bus had room to spare in the 50 foot paved, RV pad.
On a warmer weekend hiking, boating, and swimming would have been our top priorities. We’ll need to return in the summer to take advantage of all that Wilson H Fox (a US Army Corps of Engineers park) offers.
We woke to a chilly morning in Hutto, Texas. A fresh cool front had settled in after an early spring storm.
Too cold (anything below seventy degrees is too cold for me). Wrapped in pillows and heavy blankets, reluctant to start the day, I hear words that easily get me started “Want to go to the beach?”
I have no hesitation. The coast is only a few hours away. Our house is made for travel. Before I know it I am up, moving the bus, packing and preparing to fold our house in on itself, via its three slides.
We are on the road quickly, speeding towards warmer weather. No packing, no planning, just feed and walk the dogs then go. Temperatures in the forties and fifties plagued central Texas, but by the time we’d land on the Corpus Christi coast only a few hours later, we’d be enjoying temperatures in the low to mid-seventies.
Saturday evening, sunsets and seascapes fill the enormous front windows of our new home on wheels. We cruised along the Texas shoreline at a leisurely pace, enjoying the freedom and beauty of our new mobile living room. Eventually, after failing to check in at a few (full) beachfront campsites, we decide to sleep in the parking lot of an abandoned church just outside of Corpus.
David was up early Sunday morning, getting us on the road early, eager to start our day at the beach. I’m not a morning person, but thank goodness David is. His spontaneous spirit is one of good influence on me.
I enjoy the perfect cup of coffee over the perfect scenery, then we take all four dogs out for a stroll on the Corpus Christi Beach. We successfully survived our first (small) RV trip, had an AMAZING adventure and can hardly wait until our next outing.