The Texas summer has set in with overnight lows only getting down to a steamy high 70's/low 80's and daytime temps jumping up into the 90's, with the 100's lurking around the corner. This effectively shuts down the short trip season, at least for me, since the nearest comfortable weather is an altitude tempered 800 miles away in New Mexico, but that doesn't mean I can't be drug out of the shop and into the van if the reason is strong enough. What follows is one such trip taken exactly one year ago.
Jun 9 2013
OK, out the door once again. This
time the destination is a nephew’s wedding in Michigan. I try to claim that I
don’t usually do much traveling this time of year what with the heat making sleeping oppressively uncomfortable along with the
fact that summer break has released all those kids out into the wild with the rest of us, but
that doesn’t seem to hold true the past few years. First it was my niece’s wedding a few years
ago in July, then my daughter’s graduation in Tucson in 2012 at the end of May,
when all the snowbirds have already abandoned the place to the heat, followed this year by my nephew’s wedding.
You’d think I’d have sworn off
summer trips to Michigan after my niece’s wedding. Don’t get me wrong, it was a great wedding,
but it was also 100 humid degrees for much of the week I was there. If I want to
spend my time in the van trying to sleep in my own sweat while listening to the
roof-top AC unit whine I could have stayed in Texas! But once I showed up for
her wedding I kind of boxed myself in. Not like I could show up at hers then
give my nephew’s a pass, especially since I was still working when she got
married and I’m retired now! That’s as good a way to get in bad with the
family as I think you can come up with!!
Oh well, heat here we come again. As long as
I’m going anyway I figure I might as well make the best of it by getting up
into country that's a little inhospitable at the other end of thermometer
during non-summer times of the year, such as Minnesota and the north shore of
Lake Superior. So, summer heat or not, North Country here we come!
But first I’ve got to get there.
I’ve always had a less than
flattering opinion of the I35 corridor between San Antonio and the Red River at
the northern border of Texas, and today didn’t do anything to change that. It’s
a miserable piece of road, poorly designed, with little of interest along the
way and way over-crowded. Unfortunately, when you're heading north and trying to get from here to
there without dawdling from our place in central Texas there just isn’t much choice.
Taking it fairly easy I got a
leisurely start this morning and slipped through the tangled mess of Ft. Worth
around mid-afternoon and made it up to the Texas border before I stopped. I’m in a
campground at the Cedar Mills Marina on the south shore of Lake Texoma tonight.
It’s a little off the path down some smaller roads but looked interesting when
I was perusing The Book (Trailer Life Campground Guide).
In addition to the small campground
this place has a large marina, fuel dock, marine repair and parts store, boat
storage, boat sales, an ocean-going sailboat factory, a restaurant, a yacht
club, a camp store, lots of rental cabins (Booked solid on the weekends through
August according to a phone conversation I overheard while checking in.), many
vacation homes and an airstrip.
I’m jammed deep into the trees in
what is normally a tent site (Only way to get electric/water only rather than a
more costly full hookup site.) that cost me just over $20 per night. Again, the
advantage of having a nice compact rig that is pretty much self-sufficient.
Note the low branch on the left that I had to maneuver the AC unit around. |
I’m sitting here watching a gaggle
of adults, kids and probably some other sorts of creatures, across the other
side of the campground. It’s obviously a gathering of several families and it
reminds me of camping trips when I was young. (Pretty much all the Aunts and
Uncles camped and we often all did it together.)
Several of the boys over there are currently running
around tossing water and ice from the coolers at each other, gradually
escalating the game so they can find the point where someone is going to get
hurt, or when one of the adults will put a stop to the game. (I know because I used to be one of those kids.) The girls are gathered around a couple of the mothers all engrossed in
something on one of the many tables they have circled together. The men are
sitting/standing around showing each other they know how to build a fire and
drink beer. (I know because - well, except for the beer part, never did get a taste for the stuff - I used to be a man. - Wait! Somehow that doesn't sound quite right. . .)
Ahh, old times. Except I don’t
remember us having fancy travel trailers and $50,000 pickups to pull them with or
decked out power boats with the latest in toys to pull behind them, or
motorized scooters for the kids to run back and forth to the bathroom on; and
we never missed any of that stuff either!
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