Day 4: Texas and the Patriots (1/9/22)

 We woke this morning in Oklahoma’s Twin Fountains RV Resort to clear skies and the rush of traffic on the nearby freeway. Our first morning to wake up in the travel trailer! Not that it was so terribly romantic, with boxes of food still stashed under the table, the salt and pepper packed in an unknown location, and dog blankets cluttering the floor. However, we celebrated with egg and toast and jam, and felt very pleased with ourselves. Soon the trailer was packed up and we were ready to go.


The park wasn’t at its most lovely—dead grass, bare trees, lots of leaves blowing around—but had great amenities for a long-term stay: restaurant and bar onsite, showers, laundry, dog-grooming, even a catch-and-release fish pond. We were thankful to get a pull-through site (so much easier than backing in) and rolled out about 11:00 a.m.

Off to Texas and the Patriot RV Resort! Waco!

The journey itself wasn’t particularly scenic—same scrub woodland and rough open spaces we’d seen since leaving Kansas City—but we were headed into Texas with high expectations. From the Patriot RV website’s information, I imagined a pristine RV resort, green(ish) lawns, meticulous grounds and office, and a large American flag flapping in the breeze high over the entrance.

What we found instead was an aging former trailer park out in the Texas pecan orchards, still emblazoned with the former owner’s moniker of “Riverside RV Park.” We pulled in, unsure if we were in the right place until I spotted a paper sign on the office door with the Patriot RV Resort logo. We squeezed into a tight pull-through space (no place for a picnic table or lawn chairs) and decided we were grateful for full hookups (translation: we could use our toilet and shower). And a cheap price.



I walked the dogs past a swimming pool covered with leaves, and into the dog park, at the entrance of which was a bucket overflowing with used poop bags. So much for pristine.

But we were snug and warm, with hot soup again for dinner, so no complaints! On a trip like this, you must gloss over small disappointments and frustrations, and focus on whatever you are thankful for.

That’s probably good advice for the rest of life too.

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