Made it to Houston about 4:30. The day held a little more dramatic tension than I bargained for.Slept till 8:30 at Camp Wal-Mart! So I hit the road this AM - later than expected which is to be expected, I guess. I’m happy to report that I set the furnace at 65 last night and stayed warm with no noticeable drain of the batteries at all.
Another day of rugged interstate miles. It’s not so bad, if you’re training for the rodeo. The chewed-up highways loosened all my circa-1966 fillings and I hate to think what it did to the GDB’s nuts and bolts. This combined with a steely gray rain and endlessly ugly sprawl made for a challenging driving day. I alternated between trying to avoid an accident and wondering why gasoline is so expensive in Texas. $3.39 a gallon? But isn’t this where gas comes from?
|The Texas Welcome Center had tons of tourist info. This display alone contains camping info.|
So I drive through the slog in order to stay overnight at Traders Village RV Park – northwest of Houston proper. I choose it because it allows easy access to Hwy 290 – which I will want tomorrow. And it’s a resort-type private campground, so I figured it would be pretty low-key New Year’s Eve-celebration-wise. But also because they acquired a score of 10+++ on the bathroom facilities. Important, because I longed for a quality personal grooming experience.
I think my GPS is terminally ill so I'm not really sure how to get where I'm going. I finally arrive and the patrolman on duty informs me that the office is closed till Wednesday! What campgrounds close down for 2 days? We chat in the rain for a while and he shows me a campground map with highlighted sites. It’s clear to me, although not to him, that these are the unoccupied campsites.
But he’s a very nice man so I don’t argue or insist. I ask if I may stay in the parking lot overnight. He agrees and tells me to help myself to the bathhouse about 50 feet from where I’m parked. Geez, do I smell that bad? I race there in the pouring rain but the doors are fitted with combination locks accessible only to paying guests. I run back to the GDB.
I end up pulling the aisle rug back, opening the bathroom doors, leaning over the toilet, and shampooing/bathing using a plastic gallon jug of drinking water. It’s a bit awkward but does the trick. Note to self: next time, fill the water tanks.It’s actually not a bad place to overnight, in this large parking lot between the campground entrance and a upscale flea market building. The whole complex reminds me of a fairground. And I have my very own security guard!
|My view. Happy campers.|
Well, off to make dinner and read. I head for Johnson City tomorrow.