At daybreak Spike, Bridget, and I walk along the lake’s shore.
This post was delayed due to lack of connectivity. It is about Wednesday, Aug. 17, 2011.
The air temperature is as comfortable as a living room, only better because I can feel a light breeze on my face. The crew is picking up a lot of scent in spite of the morning stillness. (Non-stop nose-twitching!) We step up the pace and after a brisk walk, I lead them down to the water to get a drink. Spike lies down in the water, of course.
The light changes slightly as sunlight comes through the trees on the bank across the cove.
We sit on the dock a few minutes, then meander back to our camp. . . the crew to the exercise pen and me to sip coffee in a camp chair nearby.
Early morning visitors arrive!
Suddenly Spike and Bridget leap to attention with low growls, ears erect.
I look and see three ducks waddling up to our campsite, obviously looking for breakfast. I talk the crew into a calm state. Soon our visitors figure there are no hand-outs forthcoming and they move on.
A squirrel makes an appearance, too.
I bring some supplies into the kitchen from the PTV.
I’m fairly well-stocked with non-perishables such as peanut butter, spaghetti, beans, rice, and tuna fish. Reine knocks on the door, comes in, and sits on the bench seat across from me. Every visit brings more ideas, gifts, and tutorials! Then she invites me to go grocery shopping.
“What about the crew?” I ask.
“Oh, Paul can stay and watch them,” Reine responds matter-of-factly. She then points out that she’s going to get some ant traps and I’ll need them, too. It’s true. Tiny black ants are appearing inside the Casita. Fortunately they don’t bite and aren’t too numerous . . . yet.
I look at Bridget.
She gives her best shot at looking pathetic. “No, I don’t think it would be good for me to leave Bridget. It’s too soon for her to see me ride away.” At Reine’s suggestion, I write a shopping list, and off she goes with Paul to WalMart and beyond.
Paul returns with plexiglass for my screen door!
When we first arrived here I expressed my fear that the crew would wreck my screen door in two seconds flat as soon as my back is turned.
So Paul duct-taped a styrofoam panel as a temporary precaution and it worked very well.
Now he sets about installing a permanent solution. He gets his drill and before long the custom-cut plexiglass is screwed to the bottom portion of the screen door.
An excellent job! It looks like it came from the factory this way. I am very pleased!
And my refrigerator is now stocked with lettuce, a green pepper, an onion . . . I’ve got potatoes and bananas and tomatoes . . . Thank you, Paul and Reine!
I learn more about setting up camp.
While out shopping, Reine picks up a two-pack of water filters for me and the crew. She and Paul show me how to hook it up to the “city water” intake.
Paul tells me about the time before he had a filter when he saw gunk at the supply end of his fresh water hose. Hearing that, I’m glad I have one. Actually, I have two!
Reine shows me how to set up the awning.
She uses painter poles (tension rods) to support the sides of the awning. These poles allow a strap to go over the awning. The strap (which, by the way, Reine made herself!) wraps around the poles on each side and secures to the tongue and bumper. She also shows me her screen curtains that hang from awning to ground providing a pleasant, diffused light and gentle shade. (Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo of the awning set-up.)
Later in the early evening we talk about where the crew and I are going next.
The weekend is coming.
Paul and Reine are leaving tomorrow to go home to Plano. Unless I plan to stay here through the weekend, it would be best to move to a new campground tomorrow (Thursday). I really like the Corps of Engineers parks if they are anything like this one. Reine gives me a fold-out-flat map of Texas and I decide to look at my Camping with the Corps of Engineers book (S.L. Hinkle) back at my Casita, as well as look at the recreation.gov site.
Reine gives me a slice from her watermelon and after “good nights,” I take it back to my Casita, put Spike and Bridget inside, and give them their kibble. When they finish, they get a bite of my tuna fish salad sandwich.
They have one more brief walk before bed.
I adjust the A/C so it’s not too cold during the night. I climb into bed next to Bridget and Spike.
Looking over the map of Texas again, I wonder where we will be this time tomorrow.