Just three miles beyond the street we lived on, Sarah’s Lane, is Buccaneer State Park, our home for the week. If you follow in our footsteps, avoid site #13! The 50 amp power has an open ground, the 30 amp doesn’t work at all, but the 20 amp does at least keep batteries charged. The “help” was both comedy and tragedy. All part of the glamping adventure!
Dave and I go our separate ways on our last day in Fredericksburg, Texas. He bikes off on adventures over local trails, and I take the truck into town for a little window/Christmas shopping. And lucky me — there are two quilt shops in town. I pick up a souvenir piece of fabric for a someday project. Dave is impressed with the variety and quality of the outdoor recreational spaces that the town and county made available to the folks of Fredericksburg.
It is hard to believe that we say goodbye to the west coast and begin the eastward swing of our clockwise trip around the country! One moment it feels as if we have just pulled out of the driveway, and yet in the next moment it feels as if we have always lived like this. Maybe it is the Navy training — home is where the Navy sends you — or you park your camper!