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Brazos Bend State Park

Cool night air inside and out.  Warm sleeping bags.  A great night’s sleep.  Love those camping cots!

Took our Aeropress for morning coffee.

Watched the crows we heard all morning and the 750 turkey and black vultures lifting off from their overnight stay in the forest to kettle up in thermals gaining enough altitude to continue their migration.  A few other little birds in the trees around us.  Armadillos.  Deer.

One more look around admiring the park.

Packed up and headed for home by noon to complete the loop.

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Back safe and sound at Sandpipers.

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I-45 Southbound

Between Dallas and Houston.  Rolling forest and fields.  Green grass.  Nice.

Finished the day at one of our favorite places on the planet.  Brazos Bend State Park.

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Texas State Park campgrounds have options for cabins and screened shelters.  Time for the next adventure, we rented a screened shelter.

They’re like little  cabins, but the windows don’t close and there is nothing inside.  They’re like camping, but you don’t have to bring a tent.

Set up for the night.  A couple Coleman camping cots.  Sleeping bags.  Camp chairs.

Barred Owls calling.  Other noises in the night.  Eyeballs shining back at us.  It’s all good.

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The end of an era

Another half-day north and we arrived at I-35 RV Supercenter.

They’re the ones who are going to sell the motorhome for us.  Surprisingly, not just any dealer would take it on for a consignment sale.  It’s old, but that’s okay.  It’s got 190,000 miles on it.  That’s the problem.  Most motorhomes, even old ones, have just a fraction of that.  The price will suffer a markdown for high mileage, but that’s not a problem.  We didn’t buy the motorhome for resale value, we bought it to get all the use and enjoyment out of it we could.  Mission accomplished.

In 2005, it made perfect sense to get the bus.  We drove off in it, living full-time.  Working.  Traveling.  Now, seventeen years later, it makes perfect sense to let it go.  We have a comfortable little house in the Valley that’s a wonderful home base.  For the last ten years, since we got the Sandpipers house, the bus has been a great indulgence, with us continuing to get all the use and enjoyment out of it we could.  By last year though, we knew it was time to let it go.  We kept it for one more year to make sure we were right, and we were.  We didn’t really take any trips in it this year at all.

We took some time making sure all systems were in fine working order, anything that needed to be fixed taken care of, for the next family that gets it.  It’s perfectly positioned for them to get their measure of enjoyment out of it next.

We’ve sent out so many pictures over the years of the motorhome in all the beautiful parks and campgrounds we’ve stayed in, we take one last look.

It’s not a living breathing thing, that motorhome, but there is a lot of emotion tied up in that machine.  Yes, in spite of the logic being impeccable, tears were involved.

Done with the paperwork at the RV Center by mid-day, we headed off in the jeep to get south of Dallas before rush hour.  We’re in Corsicana for the night.

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