ENROUTE TO PHARR

Walmart, near Little Rock, Arkansas was a pleasant boondocking experience.  The next evening, as I was driving the less traveled Highway 59 south toward Houston, my GPS revealed boondocking at a WalMart would require driving over 20 miles off of highway 59 each way—since two reasons for boondocking is to save time and mileage, I decided to find another boondocking option. 

I came upon a well lit, flat, and spacious gas/truck station. I asked the owner (female),  if I could spend the night on her property. She said yes and suggested I park between two trucks parked on the corner of her property that “won’t be going anywhere tonight.”  I thanked her and backed into the space between the two trucks – no other trucks were in this location.

After I shut off my engine, I realized both trucks had their motors running – one truck had a flat bed; the other was transporting something—so I debated on staying.  Shortly thereafter, one truck engine motor turned off – so I decided to chance it and turned on my generator and made myself dinner.  It soon got dark and I relaxed and had a glass of wine. Shortly thereafter I heard a train’s repeated and loud whistle that would occur several times over the evening.  In addition, my row of two trucks multiplied over the evening – so did the sound of running motors.  

Needless to say, a good night’s sleep was not possible; however, I did feel safe which is my primary goal when boondocking.  I found a lovely, flat, quiet RV park in Corpus Christi my fourth night and caught up on the sleep I missed the night before.

Hatch RV Park, Corpus Christi, Texas

My drive from Corpus Christi began with 3/4 full gas tank. (I try filling up when my tank is half full); therefore, I passed several gas stations enroute before my tank reached half full. Didn’t get too concerned when I wasn’t seeing any gas stations until a sign read “no service for 60 miles.” Didn’t start to panic until I didn’t see any gas station signs or gas stations (except for a gas station on the divided four lane highway going the opposite direction).  Did panic when the “low gas” signal lit on dashboard and landscape was all I saw for miles and miles ahead. Should I pull off on the shoulder? Should I take an exit? Will 888 just stop?

Decided to continue driving as I looked frantically for any kind of gas station. After many more miles I pulled off at a “Frontage Road” exit figuring there would be less traffic (safer if 888 just stopped) and a better chance for stores, gas stations. I was so, so relieved to see a truck stop up ahead and 888’s motor was still running. This was the first time I’ve ever had the “low gas” signal go on – so I checked the manual and found there are 2 gallons of reserve gas in tank – which with the wind against 888 would be about 25 miles – a very close call.

Mac, I, and 888 arrived at campsite #72 at Tip O’ Texas in Pharr, Texas…safe and sound at 3:30 p.m.  Sue, a friend created and had posted the above sign at campsite #72 in honor of Mac's love for squirrels.

Couldn’t wait to get electricity, running water, and just get settled.  But this day would provide another challenge – no electric.  

It two hours for maintenance staff to determine the electrical problem was underground and could not be resolved that evening. Fortunately, I had a heavy-duty extension cord that reached to a working electric box. I turned on the air conditioner, drank some wine, took Mac for a walk, and settled in…

The next evening, Mac and I were invited to a "Welcome Back" dinner which included the jumbo steamed shrimp I LOVE from HEB stores plus wine and Ballatore champagne.

I worked three days and have this weekend off to stock up with groceries, go to bank, get Mac's food and squirrel food. It's so, so nice to know the area and find what I need quickly Life is Good...

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