Lose some...win some

While in San Marcos we decided that we might break up the trip to Alamo by stopping off at the resort we had already booked for two weeks after the one week Alamo stay. It wasn't quite on the way but close enough. We chose this resort for a couple of reasons...One, they had room and second, it was sort of near the coast but cheaper than coastal RV parks. Since we had booked for two weeks we thought it would be nice to check out the surrounding areas to find out what fun things there were to do.

We arrived in the area in mid-afternoon and our Garmin GPS indicated we were in the right area but where's the resort? we asked ourselves. We knew ahead of time it was a new place and the people said some of it was still under construction but when we pulled into the 'resort' (tucked behind a RV trailer sales lot) it sort of looked like a freshly plowed field in the Texas outback. The 80 site park was void of occupants with the exception of the owner and his wife and kids (one who paroled the grounds with his newly gifted BB gun) and somebody who worked for the owner. We should have got a clue when we called before arriving and were told "if we're not here just pick any site you want". Since most parks this far south are usually booked for the winter, her comment somehow didn't register.

'Making the best of it' is our new motto; so with a little hesitation we picked a spot and pulled in. No sooner than I turned off the engine then a big pickup (remember we're in Texas) pulled up and the owner jumped out to greet us. He said 'aren't you the folks who have a couple of weeks booked with us later in the month?' and Sharon (bless her heart) without missing a beat, came up with a story about how we had a change in plans and we were so sorry but we couldn't make it and this would be our only night staying here. Now I know the par 3 golf course wasn't completed, or the fishing pond, or the paved roads, or the internet service ... and (did I forget to mention the reason why he handed us two gallon jugs of water) because there wasn't any usable water, or there wasn't a restaurant or anything located within ten miles of this place so why wouldn't we want to stay here for two weeks? Oh well, Sharon did tell a little white lie but we did have a good nights rest and we headed out for our next stop, Alamo.

Miles and miles of empty range with an occasional cow grazing (on something that we normally have Chemlawn take care of) or an overhead, circling vulture looking for anything not moving, kept us entertained for the next two hours.



Arriving in the Alamo area we began talking with Sharon's uncle Mo to get better direction to our next destination. Over yonder in Michigan 'Mo' used to be known as Maurice but once in Texas people have a tendency to get right to the point and not clog up their lives with long words. So with that, other changes have been creeping into our vocabulary... like the unexplainable use of yup, yall, and howdy ... so 'Mo' seems to work.

Moving on ... we arrived at our destination and were greeted at the gate by uncle Mo and aunt Dianna (we're not sure if it's Di or Dianna yet). Driving a highly modified golf cart (with extra gauges and special hubcaps) they thankfully knew the lay of the land and escorted us to the front desk. They had arranged to relocate us to a site closer to theirs. This was really good as I don't think I could have squeezed the coach in between the trees on the original site. A quick look around the park plus the drive into the area, convinced us that one week was not enough so we asked to extend to an entire month. Though we may have to move to another site, we'll have plenty to see and do here.

Once we got settled, Mo, Di, Shar, and Ph (pronounced Ph) headed out for barbecue. Ended up at a place called Rudy's and had a scrumptious dinner of brisket, pork loin, sausage, and chicken. All is good and wonderful... bellies full, campfires are lit, coyotes are howling, and the sewer hose isn't leaking. We again are... 'livin the dream'