Moving to North Texas
Our time in Waco done, we are moving north to the Dallas/Ft Worth suburb of Highland Village. John's brother lives about a half hour south of Highland Village and we'll be visiting him and his family for a few days.
Again, our initial plans for a campground, one we had used in the past, were thwarted by flooding. Lewisville Lake was swollen by months of rain and the campground on the southern end near the dam was mostly underwater. After an extensive search we came upon a little gem of a park operated by the city of Highland Village on the banks of the northern end of Lewisville Lake. The park, Pilot Knoll, was on a little bit higher ground and not flooded by the bereft of rain. However it was flooded by campers. This park being one of few that was not battling flooding had all the campers funneled to it. We were pretty lucky to get a space but it was for fewer days than what we preferred.
We had no more got set up and ready to go see family when Cyndee realized she was not feeling well and that her throat hurt again. In just a few minutes we suspected that her strep throat had returned. So instead of finding our way to family we were hunting for the nearest doc-in-a-box. A quick culture confirmed our suspicion and it was back to the pharmacy for another ten days of antibiotics.
Cyndee retreated to the camper to recuperate and John and his brother hung out off and on for the next few days.
Like everywhere we have been this summer, it was HOT. Luckily our campground was heavily wooded and we were in dense shade. In fact, the first campsite they tried to put us in was so heavily covered with branches arched over the pad we couldn't get in. Most branches were about two feet below the top of our camper. This site was not appropriate for a 5th wheel or motorcoach but would have been perfect for a low travel trailer like an Airstream or pop-up. Even after getting redirected to a "high clearance" site, the branches were still so close to the roof that we could not raise our TV antenna. Same for the satellite dish, but even if it could be raised it would have been of no use because of the dense canopy blocking any signal. This stay would be sans news and weather via TV.
As blog posts go this one is pretty ho-hum, sorry. We're not going to famous places like the national parks of Arizona and Utah or the grand scenic vistas of the continental divide. This is just the daily life of someone who's only home is their RV. We write about our experiences to achieve several goals. The first and originally only reason was at family's request to provide some way for them to keep up with where we were and what we were doing. But we soon found that other RV'ers were using us for reference and in particular those that were contemplating the jump to fulltiming. So that's why we talk about the trials and tribulations of finding medical care, mechanical failures and details,with links to campgrounds. A little something for everyone and hopefully entertaining from time to time.
Again, our initial plans for a campground, one we had used in the past, were thwarted by flooding. Lewisville Lake was swollen by months of rain and the campground on the southern end near the dam was mostly underwater. After an extensive search we came upon a little gem of a park operated by the city of Highland Village on the banks of the northern end of Lewisville Lake. The park, Pilot Knoll, was on a little bit higher ground and not flooded by the bereft of rain. However it was flooded by campers. This park being one of few that was not battling flooding had all the campers funneled to it. We were pretty lucky to get a space but it was for fewer days than what we preferred.
We had no more got set up and ready to go see family when Cyndee realized she was not feeling well and that her throat hurt again. In just a few minutes we suspected that her strep throat had returned. So instead of finding our way to family we were hunting for the nearest doc-in-a-box. A quick culture confirmed our suspicion and it was back to the pharmacy for another ten days of antibiotics.
Cyndee retreated to the camper to recuperate and John and his brother hung out off and on for the next few days.
Like everywhere we have been this summer, it was HOT. Luckily our campground was heavily wooded and we were in dense shade. In fact, the first campsite they tried to put us in was so heavily covered with branches arched over the pad we couldn't get in. Most branches were about two feet below the top of our camper. This site was not appropriate for a 5th wheel or motorcoach but would have been perfect for a low travel trailer like an Airstream or pop-up. Even after getting redirected to a "high clearance" site, the branches were still so close to the roof that we could not raise our TV antenna. Same for the satellite dish, but even if it could be raised it would have been of no use because of the dense canopy blocking any signal. This stay would be sans news and weather via TV.
As blog posts go this one is pretty ho-hum, sorry. We're not going to famous places like the national parks of Arizona and Utah or the grand scenic vistas of the continental divide. This is just the daily life of someone who's only home is their RV. We write about our experiences to achieve several goals. The first and originally only reason was at family's request to provide some way for them to keep up with where we were and what we were doing. But we soon found that other RV'ers were using us for reference and in particular those that were contemplating the jump to fulltiming. So that's why we talk about the trials and tribulations of finding medical care, mechanical failures and details,with links to campgrounds. A little something for everyone and hopefully entertaining from time to time.
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