Trains, Chocolate and Roller Coasters

Hershey Camping Resort

1200 Sweet Street

Hummelstown, PA

Texas to Tennessee; Tennessee to Virginia; Virginia to Pennsylvania…..we made it to the sweetest place on earth:  Hershey Park Pennsylvania!  Well actually, we are at the Hershey Camping resort which is in the little town of Hummelstown – about ½ mile from Hershey Amusement Park.  We are happily surprised to find that Spring has arrived in Pennsylvania – today was 60 plus degrees and sunny. So nice in fact that the first thing Ted did once we were settled in our campsite (cable, sewer, water and 50-amp) was to wash the Ventana Windshield.  Unfortunately, he did not realize that the dash cam was still running…..I laughed so hard I cried when I saw this video!

The campground is pretty empty today (Thursday) but it will be full this weekend because this is the first weekend of the 2014 season that Hershey Amusement Park is open.  We expect to watch a steady stream of campers pull in tomorrow.  The campground is really nice.  There are quite a few cabins on the property for people who want to camp in-doors.  In Season, they have evening entertainment for kids….movies, personalities, and lots of roasted marshmallows.  There are three swimming pools; a basketball court; volley ball, swings and playground, horse shoes…… all of the traditional campground activities. Looks like a great place for kids to be kids. But the icing on the cake for Ted is that a very active railroad line runs along the perimeter of the campground.  When making our reservation last winter, the person on the phone warned me that some of the sites were close to the rail line.  “We’ll Take One Of Those!”, I said.  Ted loves trains and there is nothing that makes him happier than the vibration and loud, clakety, clakety, clack of a train speeding past in the night.  I am happy to report that he is not disappointed. The best is yet to come.  Tomorrow night our family arrives to spend the night with us here at the campground.  I can hardly wait to see those beautiful girls! Thanks for Riding Along Coll

Back To Long Pants!

Natchez Trace State Park

Pin Oak Campground

Lexington, Tennessee

 

On Friday, after the big storm, we left Texas and started our slow trek east. That first day we drove about 200-miles and spent the night at a Walmart in Arkansas. Saturday we hit the road fairly early heading toward Memphis and points east. It was a perfect driving day weather-wise but the traffic was crazy once we hit Memphis. It seems that Memphis is always under construction and today was no different …. roadwork going on all around us. We managed to make it safely through the big city but met up with more crazy drivers as we headed deeper into Tennessee. This is a clip of a car that cut in front of us trying to get around a tractor-trailer. Unfortunately, the semi also cut over at the same time. I have to admit that this was a lot scarier in person than it is on the video.

Then there was a “Wide Load” that was speeding along passing traffic.   He came up on our left out of nowhere!  Ted drove off on the shoulder to make sure he could pass us without clipping our mirror.

Our goal for Saturday (and Sunday) night was the Natchez Trace State Park.  We picked it off the map because it was right off of I-40 so we wouldn’t have to travel too far off course.  And, the State park is literally right off an exit on I-40.  Unfortunately, the RV
campground is deep inside the State Park Forest… 15-miles down a back-winding
road.  At one point we thought we were off track so we decided that we’d better turn around…..nowhere to turn around…..finally we came to a dirt road leading to a riding stable at the Wrangler Horse Campground.   Ted pulled in and we found ourselves rounding the barn right behind a horse trailer.  Note the horses and riders on the side of the farm road.  They were a little surprised to see us there.

Thankfully we were able to make it back to the main road heading back the way we came in.  Fifteen minutes later we had to turn around again and retrace our path back to the horse barn because that was the right way after all!

Lucky for us we found the RV Campground before we were totally burnt out.  It was a stressful day but the campground turned out to be very nice and relaxing.  It is right on Pin Oak Lake – a beautiful spot.

Pin Oak Campground, Natchez Trace State Park near Lexington, Tennessee

Pin Oak Campground, Natchez Trace State Park near Lexington, Tennessee

This morning, we put away our shorts and dug our Jeans out of the bottom of the drawer.  As you can see by this photo, we are back to early spring here in Tennessee – no leaves on the trees yet.

We decided to stay here till Tuesday because tomorrow is going to be a wash-out day all along our route north and there is no reason for us to drive in a rain storm.   We’ll just wait it out.

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

 

Time To Head Back East

Rocky Point Campground

Wright Patman Dam

Near Texarkana, Texas

 

We have really enjoyed our 9-day stay here at Rocky Point.  The campground is quiet and the weather, for the most part, has been great.    Spring sprang while we were here.  There were only buds on the trees when we arrived and today most of the trees are covered in bright green spring leaves.

We have hiked an average of 5-miles every day since we’ve been here and today was no exception.  This morning we left our camp and headed out to the dam –2+ miles away.

Wright Patman Dam near Texarkana, Texas

Wright Patman Dam near Texarkana, Texas

Hiker Ted

Hiker Ted

I have to report that our Fitbit flex bracelets (purchased back in Lafayette, Louisiana) have really helped keep us in the exercise mode.  We are focused on getting that “happy party” wrist buzz that you get when you reach 10,000 steps every day.  Hope this lasts for a while…..you know how it is.

So Tomorrow we leave here (if the weather look good) to start our “slow roll”, as Ted says, back east.  We need to be in Hershey, Pennsylvania on April 11th.  That’s 1500 miles away ……. we’ll do maybe 200-miles a day…..because we can.    Who knows what we may see along the way!

 

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m A Former Nun….. April Fool!

 

Rocky Point Campground

Wright Patman Lake

Near Texarkana, Texas

 

Rocky Point Campground, Wright Patman Lake near Texarkana, Texas

Rocky Point Campground, Wright Patman Lake near Texarkana, Texas

 

Rocky Point is now on our list of “we gotta come back here” campgrounds.  I’m sorry to say that I have not updated our campground review page on the web site for a couple of months ( I’m saving that for a rainy day and thankfully, it has been quite a while since we’ve had a full day of rain) but when I do, we will give this Army Corps campground 5-stars.

The hiking here is good.  Lots to explore.  You can hike to the Wright Patman Dam; follow trails through the hardwood forest to the neighboring campground; and walk along the levy for miles.  Originally named Lake Texarkana, it is actually a reservoir formed by the Army Corps of Engineers on the Sulphur River here in northeast Texas. The name was changed to honor a local congressman.  It covers 31-square miles and is open to boating and fishing.  Not being boaters or fishers, we just enjoy its vast beauty and lovely sunsets.

The campsites here are all paved and most have plenty of space for privacy.  You can camp right on the lake or off in a wooded area.  Another plus for us is that the nearest towns, Texarkana and Atlanta, are both only about 10-miles or so away.

A funny thing happened on Sunday, we drove into Atlanta to go to Mass at Saint Catherine’s. We arrived early (always do), and we were the first and only car in the parking lot.  We parked at the farthest end of the lot (always do) and walked across toward the church.  The church has a lovely garden area in front and there we met an older gentleman who was tending the bird feeder.  He greeted us warmly, recognizing us as visitors, and commented that he too parks at the far end of lots so he can get exercise.  Then he gave me a close look and said, with confidence,  “I bet you are a former nun!”   He seemed so happy with his deduction that I hated to disappoint him, but, I murmured that I was a long way from being a nun.  We spent a pleasant 10-minutes talking to him about Maryland (he was familiar with Emmitsburg and the seminary there and of course Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton) and Connecticut (he is a UConn Husky fan).  What a nice guy. We parted ways as others started arriving for church; we went in and he continued puttering.

When the opening procession came down the aisle, our new friend, Father González, was bringing up the rear.  Father introduced us by name to the congregation.  What a wonderful celebrant.  Unfortunately, I could not concentrate on the homily because my mind was spinning, wondering what it was about my clothes, person, hair, attitude ?????  that made Father González so sure that I was a “former” nun.  Hummm….

Back at camp (still puzzling over the nun comment) we took a walk and noticed that one of our near neighbors – a 5th-wheel trailer had water literally pouring out of the undercarriage.   No one was home so Ted quickly ran up and turned the water off at the outside connection.  The flood stopped but a lot of dripping continued.  We planned on a long walk so we didn’t stick around.  There wasn’t anything more we could do anyway.   When we returned about an hour later the people were in the middle of a major clean-up.  Turns out that this was their first camping trip of the season.  The trailer had been in storage for the winter here in Texas.  People down here do not usually winterize their RVs because it just doesn’t get that cold….but this year it did.  Evidently, the pipes had frozen sometime over the winter causing a weak spot in the bathroom pipe which gave way (wouldn’t you know it!) when they were gone…..oh man.

The whole episode caused us to go back to a practice we used to have but stopped when we bought this coach – we now turn the water off at the outside faucet every time we leave for a while.  Not because of frozen pipes but because we have also heard of people being flooded when a pipe fitting just decides to break.   It’s bad enough in a house …. It’s a disaster in a motor home; the insulation in the walls sucks up the water and it’s curtains!

We have decided to spend a couple of extra days here before heading back east because they are forecasting some nasty weather for the mid-west starting tomorrow and lasting through Friday.  Storms and the possibility of tornados.  Just as soon stay away from that!  So we’ll stick around here till at least Friday to let the mid-west settle down.

 

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

Thunder and Lighting – Very Very Frightening

Wright Patman Lake

Rocky Point Campground

Near Texarkana, Texas

 

On Wednesday, we left Kirbyville, Texas and headed about 150 miles north to Wright Patman Lake just south of Texarkana, Texas.  We are camped at an Army Corps of Engineer campground, Rocky Point.  It is one of 5-ACE campgrounds around the lake and dam. Like almost all Army Corps Campgrounds, this one is very clean and well maintained.  All the sites have cement pads, water, electric and some have sewer;  and if you have a National Park Senior Access Card  it is only $10.00 a night. This morning was perfect weather-wise but we knew that we’d be in for some rain and storms later in the afternoon so we headed out for a good hike.  We decided to tackle the Rocky Point Trail that that leads to the neighboring campground – about 2-miles away via the pine forest.

Rocky Point Pine Forest Trail, Wright Patman Lake, Texas

Rocky Point Pine Forest Trail, Wright Patman Lake, Texas

The temperature today was in the upper 70’s, spring is just starting to take hold around here.  All of the hardwood trees are budding…a couple of warm days is all they need to wake everything up.  Along the way the found a nice place to sit and that is where we met this fellow… a lizard like none I’ve ever seen before.  As he stared at us he kept blowing out his neck, forming a red bubble that grew to a big Aggie size (the marble…not the Texas A&M student).

Texas Lizard

Texas Lizard

Our hike today, with an add-on loop around the Piney Point campground totaled about 5-miles.  We were back by noon and decided to cookout before the rain hit.   Ted was in charge of salmon on the grill….we almost made it …..the sky opened up before the salmon was done.  It was delish and Ted was only slightly damp.

About 5PM we started getting severe weather alerts on our NOAA Radio.  The sky out over the lake was spooky dark and the wind began to blow.  Radar showed us in the direct path of two really strong storm systems. NOAA told us to be on the lookout for dangerous lightning and strong winds and large hail.  We don’t take any chances.  We dropped our roof-top satellite, pulled in all three slides, and looked around to make sure we didn’t have any loose items in the campsite.  We do not set-out camp chotchkies like many do so we really didn’t have anything to bring in.  Last, Ted un-plugged us from the electric box.  Not a problem since we have both a generator and house batteries.  Why unplug?  Because we are living in the ultimate “smart house”.  Every system in our motorhome is tied to a computer motherboard which can fry easily if the campground electric box is struck by lightning.  We do have a heavy-duty whole-house surge protector that we installed when we bought this coach but, why take a chance when it is so easy to just pull the plug? The amazing thing (to us) was that many of our neighbors did nothing….didn’t even take in their awnings!  Trusting souls.

We were ready.  We sat back to watch the show and we weren’t disappointed.  It was a pyrotechnic extravaganza!  The wind whipped and blew; in our area small tree limbs were hitting the ground; lightning lit the sky and sizzled down into the lake.  There were a couple of really close booms and about half-way through the whole campground lost power.

By 7:30 all was clear, just light rain and rumbling off in the distance.  We weathered the storm fine.  Hope all of our neighbors can say the same.  Don’t know when the electric will come back. That’s ok….after all, we are camping!

Now there is an eerie red glow out over the lake – awesome!

After The Storm. Rocky Point Campground, Wright Patman Lake, Texas.

After The Storm. Rocky Point Campground, Wright Patman Lake, Texas.

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

10-Pounds of Boudin (don’t ask what’s in it).

 

 

East Texas, Kirbyville

 

Every morning that we have been here in Kirbyville, we’ve driven into town where we can walk to get some exercise and take in the sights.  There is a very western looking one street downtown but most of the businesses are on the main drag – Texas Route 96.  Off of 96 are side streets with houses where you can walk safely.  The area is very interesting because, even though these homes are “in town” many have a fenced off coral area where cattle and other livestock may graze.  I’d say 1 in 5 houses have at least one horse on the property.  This friendly guy grazes just across from Kirbyville’s Magnolia Park where we did 5 loops around their measured walking path.  Today he (she?) was taking it easy.  That steady gaze was focused on Andy.

Kirbyville, Texas

Kirbyville, Texas

Each time we rounded the far side of the track we came within feet of Tom Jr.’s Meat Market where they were slow roasting meats in one of those big black metal wood fired cookers…smoke was pouring over the path and the smell was Sunday BBQ and State Fair all wrapped into one – I kept visualizing the fat dripping on the coals – oh my!  We finished up our walk and headed over to Tom Jr.’s …. Not for BBQ but for some locally made Boudin.

What, you’ve never heard of Boudin?   Well then you’ve never been in Cajun Louisiana or East Texas!  This is where spicy Cajun and East Texas cuisine collide.  Every Farmer’s Market, Local Restaurant, small café and gas station in this region sell Boudin or Boudain as it is called here in Texas.

Ok, here’s some background.  In France, Boudin means blood sausage. The original French Cajuns made their own versions.  In Cajun country, there are two Boudins. Boudin Noir is similar to the original French blood sausage. Boudin blanc, is made with pork, liver, spicy seasonings, rice, and sometimes milk. It resembles a rice dressing stuffed into sausage casings.  Boudin Blanc is the popular “roadside” version.

According to the  “ Homesick Texan” cookbook, it’s what fuels road trips heading east on I-10 from Houston into Louisiana, as almost every gas station worth its salt will have poached or smoked Boudin on hand, ready for snacking.  This is how they tell you to eat it:  after you fill up the tank and stretch your legs, you grab a link, lean against the counter and squeeze the sausage until the filling oozes out the end, like toothpaste out of a tube. You take a big bite, wash it down with a cold beverage and continue eating until nothing but the casing remains. (The casing, which most don’t eat, is thrown away.) Of course, there are some fastidious types who prefer to eat Boudin with a knife and a fork, but where’s the fun in that?   We’ve only ever grilled it but we are anxious to try other cooking methods.

And of course, you can get a huge variety of specialty Boudin at meat markets …. That’s where we finally got up the nerve to try it and believe-you-me….as my sister Deb would say….it is incredible – like nothing you’ve tasted before because it is not really a sausage….it is more like a spicy pork/rice dish that you can grill or bake or steam or just microwave…..oh the delicious versatility!  Someday I’ll tell you about Boudin Balls – a deep fried delight!  But today, we were on a Boudin sausage mission.

boudin photo

After studying all of the varieties available, we decided to buy 10-pounds of the hot-spicy to bring back to those brave enough to try it in Maryland. Unfortunately they were out of our favorite jalapeño Boudin but, I think the hot/spicy will give everyone a nice taste of this Cajun delicacy.     Back at the coach I used my handy “seal-a-meal” vacuum sealer to separate and package the precious links before freezing.

A funny thing happened when we were Boudin shopping.  We met a woman who is a Lafayette Cajun transplant.  She was explaining Boudin and Gumbo to us; telling us how the Cajun’s make them.  Then she said, (and I wish you could hear her Cajun accent), “If youse is evea ‘vited to eat at somebody place, don’t youse ask what is in da gumbo and don’t youse ask what is in the Boudin!  Just eat and enjoy! Happens lots of folks uses whatever road kill they find…. and that’s ok!”

 Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

 

A Lazy Sunday In East Texas

 

Kirbyville, Texas

 

3-23 East Texas

We are still in Texas although we moved to the little town of Kirbyville….north of Huston; south of Dallas; west of Louisiana.  Why Kirbyville?   Because the weather is mild – mid 70’s, it is small, quiet and we found a nice camping spot at East Texas RV.  We didn’t want to travel any farther west for now because next week we will begin a slow journey back to the east coast.  We want to be in Hagerstown, Maryland for Easter – but before that we have a very important rendezvous with our granddaughters at Hershey Amusement Park in Hershey, Pennsylvania.  So Kirbyville is as good a place as any to hold-up for one more week of warm weather before we start heading north.

This morning, we went to Mass at the only Catholic Church in town, Our Lady La Salette, a beautiful small church.  They have one Sunday Mass and it is a combination of Spanish and English.  The readings and Gospel are read in both languages.  It is interesting to note that for a small place, Kirbyville has a population of just over 2,000 people, there are about 15 churches in town.  I guess they serve a large rural area because there are miles and miles of ranches and farms surrounding Kirbyville and its nearest neighboring town, Buna.

After Mass we decided to treat ourselves to Sunday dinner out.  We had our choice small local places.  We prefer to eat in local – not chain – restaurants when we treat ourselves because you get more local flavor -both food and people (unless there is a Chinese Buffet near….then we don’t give a hoot about local cuisine).  Driving through town we spotted Paula’s Place; Janice’s Dinner Bell Café; Mama’s Kountry Kitchen; Senor Toro’s; Chucks BBQ; Joe’s Pizza Pasta and Mexican; and Jenny’s Fried Chicken.

Jenny’s Fried Chicken was hoppin!  Cars in and out, parking lot full and the smell…..oh the smell!  We found a parking place in the back and headed in.  Jenny’s was the place to be.  It was counter service with plenty of tables where you could seat yourself to eat-in.  We stood in line and studied the menu….fried chicken every which-way served with your choice of fries or baked potato.  They also had seafood and burgers but it was clear that the folks were here for Chicken.

We both ordered the Sunday special….your choice of 2 or 3 pieces of white or dark; a drink and fries or baked.   I got the baked and the lady asked if I wanted it “fully stuffed?”  Sure!  We sat down at a table under a sign that said, “NO SMOKING FROM 11:00 TO 3:00 ON SUNDAY”.  Glad about that.

While we waited for our food we watched the steady stream of customers coming in and out.  Everyone seemed to know everyone else – Jenny’s is a real happy place.  Our order was delivered to our table and the Chicken was The Best —- don’t know why I didn’t take a picture!  My loaded potato sure was….butter, sour cream, cheddar cheese, bacon bits and chives – I had trouble finding the potato.

After dinner, we headed over to the elementary school “Where the Wild Cats Get Their Start” — the “Wild Cats” are the local high school team and you see signs of Wild Cat pride all over town.  Kirbyville elementary has a rough track around its perimeter; we walked laps around the track to sweat off about 500 calories.  A great way to spend a lazy Sunday in East Texas.

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

The Washateria

East Texas Pineywoods

Sam Rayburn Lake, Jasper, Pineland and Kirbyville, Texas

 

Welcome To East Texas!

Welcome To East Texas!

For the last week we have been lazing around East Texas.  You haven’t heard much from us because Verizon Service is very sketchy unless you are in the middle of a sizable town like Jasper or Kirbyville.

San Augustine Army Corps of Engineers Campground, Pineland, Texas

San Augustine Army Corps of Engineers Campground, Pineland, Texas

We have been camped at an Army Corps Campground on Sam Rayburn Lake – San Augustine Park. Sam Rayburn Lake is actually a man-made reservoir that covers over 3,000 square miles.  It is fed by the Angelina River and provides water and hydroelectric power to a large portion of East Texas.  But the best thing about the lake is the camping, boating and bass fishing.   We are not fishermen, don’t really see the attraction of a pass-time that involves cleaning dead fish but, we do enjoy watching the true fishing enthusiast…and there are lots of them.

The view from our chairs.

The view from our chairs.

Last weekend, our sleepy campground was filled to capacity by camping-fishing-boating lovers!  They came in late Thursday night and all day Friday.  Every campsite was taken and by Saturday morning the lake was covered with boats of all types and sizes.   It was a joy watching kids casting their lines and racing around the campground on bikes.   One little 5-year old girl sped by our coach and careened right into a tree!  She survived with only minor bruises but was pretty shook up.  When I ran to her rescue she told me she was “ok, but I’d better sit down for a spell”.  We drove her and her bike back to her campsite where relieved parents told us that today was the first day she ever rode without training wheels…..explains a lot.

By Monday most of the families were gone and the campground settled back into its normal spring tranquility.   We had to get some laundry done, so we headed to a nearby town to find a “Washateria” (yes, like cafeteria but for laundry) that a fellow camper had told us about.   We had to drive 20-miles to find the place, so when we arrived, we just unloaded our baskets and headed in.  We really didn’t have much choice other than beating our cloths on rocks.   Inside was a horror!  We have been in lots of Laundromats – some good –some bad; but this place was unbelievable!  No names or towns will be mentioned but here are the facts:

We managed to find 3-washers that worked and were acceptably clean.   While the cloths were washing we had plenty of time to take in our surroundings.  There is a snack machine that has the remains of candy bars and chips inside…mostly rat-chewed bags.  The dirt under “things” was inches thick.  The bathroom had toilet paper stuffed in holes in the wall to keep others from looking in.  The sink had 2-inches of actual dirt and grime in it.  The windows were all cracked.  And, in a separate office area there were two attendants taking care of the place.   I could go on but I won’t.   Laundry done, we managed to get out of there without catching anything… I think.

When we first got here, in an effort to improve our cell/internet signal, we drove into Jasper to purchase a Wilson Cell Signal Booster.  We got the whole-home one that includes a Yagi Antenna for the outside of the coach and a wide receiver antenna for the inside.   Of course, these boosters only work if you are getting a signal to begin with, so we were really putting it to the test in our San Augustine campground location.  Without the booster we were barely getting a 1x signal 125 dBm (for those who understand this stuff) – you could get a phone call out if you were lucky (and it would probably drop)  but that was all.  After we installed the booster we received better signals: 1x 85 and 3G 76 (the lower the number the better…..go figure).  With this improvement we were able to make calls and text; and we could get online to read email and do easy stuff.   We were the envy of our fellow campers!

Our goal is to make sure that we can always (at least) get a call out if need be.  We seem to run into these “low signal” areas more and more as we travel west.

Oh, one more exciting thing: Last night the Blonde Streaking Fairy visited our coach!  My first ever Selfie!

The Blonde Streak Fairy Came!

The Blonde Streak Fairy Came!

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

 

The Ladies Next Door

Sam Houston Jones State Park

Charles River, Louisiana

 

This is our last night here at Sam Houston Jones and our last night (for a while) in Louisiana.  Tomorrow we head west into Texas to an Army Corps Campground on Sam Rayburn Lake near Pineland Texas.  Ted warns me that he is going to buy his first ever Cowboy hat when we hit Texas….interesting.

We have enjoyed or visit here.  This State park has wonderful trails to follow and we did most of them.  The weather has definitely improved since we’ve been here….spring has sprung and summer is just around the corner!

Our campground neighbors show Maltese.  In addition to these 4 ladies, they also have 2 males in the camper.  They were having a crate time-out.

Our campground neighbors show Maltese. In addition to these 4 ladies, they also have 2 males in the camper. They were having a crate time-out.

This is a photo Ted took of our next-door but one campground neighbors….a group of beautiful women who really threw Andy for a loop.

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll

Where’s Your STUFF?

Sam Houston Jones State Park

Charles River, Louisiana

 

It is Sunday night here in the campground and we watched weekenders come and go.  Only a third of the campground is full now and about a quarter of those of us who remain are Full-timers.  On this trip, we have met more and more people like ourselves who have opted for life on the road.  Good-bye permanent house; good-bye upkeep and property taxes; good-bye Stuff!  I am happy to report that we are still giddy over our new life…..and thankful for each day we can spend on the road. Since we have met more and more people who, like us, sold the house and hit the road as full-timers, we’ve come to realize that there is really nothing special or “odd” about us; in fact, I think the country is going to have to build more campgrounds!

Tonight, on our way back from the shower house, we stopped to talk to some newcomers here in the campground.  Actually, we wanted to warn them about the showers.  It’s one of those where, in an effort to save water, the campground installed showers that only run for 15-seconds at a time.  You have to keep pushing a big button to keep the water running.  This is easily solved, if you have good balance and are tall enough, by leaning up against the big button …..scrubbing all the while.

Anyway, it turned out that they are also Full-Timers from Canada.  Funny, in the last two weeks we’ve met two other Canadian couples who were Full-Timers.  We compared notes….sold the house….keeping our doctors….love the freedom…. Then the man asked us, “What did you do with your “STUFF”.   It’s always one of the first questions Full-Timers ask each other.  They, like us, managed to get rid of over 40-years’ worth of clutter till they were down to the STUFF they really wanted to keep; The STUFF their kids made them keep; and the STUFF you can’t get anyone else to take…..like Great Aunt Henrietta’s China.   The conversation reminded me of an old George Carlin bit where he describes people and their STUFF.

Earlier today, we attended Mass at Saint Theodore’s in Moss Bluff, and then spent the rest of the afternoon hiking a couple of trails here at the park.  I can’t imagine what this forest must look like in the thick of summer…..I’m sure it’s buggy.

Cypress Swamp on the Red Trail

Cypress Swamp on the Red Trail

3-9 The Red Trail

On the Blue Trail, we met up with this guy.  He was studying the signposts, trying to decide which way to go.  Easy choice for us…..we took the trail that he didn’t.

Armadillo

Armadillo

Back at camp, I sat down at my computer while Ted took advantage of the Free washers and driers in the camp laundry room.  Ladies…..it took years of training!

Thanks For Riding Along,

Coll