We left our Arizona campground the end of April traveling down Interstate 10 from Arizona to New Mexico, stopping for a week in Las Cruces, then on to West Texas. Van Horn was the first stop in Texas, then Fort Stockton, where the above photo was taken as Steve and I walked along the gravel road outside the campground. We stayed a week in this RV park. Desert all around as far as the eye could see. Winds that effectively blew away anything not tied down. We refer to this park as the Texas-One-Night-Stand Park because each morning RVs left in droves and each afternoon they came in one after another almost like a parade until the park was filled again. If we had nothing else to do, we could sit and watch the evacuation and infiltration unfold. Very interesting to see all the different RVs, motorhomes, fifth wheels, campers, and trailers passing by.
Life goes on while living the RV life just as it does for people living in houses and apartments. Troubles happen. Blessings abound. I won’t try to fit all the momentous stuff that happened along the way into one post, at least not this one. It’s time for me to prepare sweet potatoes for Steve to cook on the grill. While he does that, I’ll fry some Tilapia dusted in flour and Cajun spices. Life is good because God is good.