|My home for 2 years in North Texas|
My last two years of residence in North Texas back in the early 2000's was such a place. A mobile home park that had been around since about the
|Every campsite comes with a covered boat slip|
Yesterday I experienced an old Fish Camp where time has stood still for well over 70 years. A secluded getaway where those
|Abandoned and sunk, the results of many Gulf Storms|
Nothing's changed since the brick office building, bar, store, and bait house (All in one structure) was built back in the 1930's. Very little has been maintained either. Cobwebs and Spanish Mose hang from the rafters, remains of long abandoned boats lay where they were last used. Some filled with vegetation, others laying upside down in their slip. Sunk in the mud and left where they lay, the owners not able to afford having them salvaged.
The owner, an ex Marine from the Vietnam War, calls this place home. Not interested in improvements, he likes the peace and quiet of a small venture that calms his memories of violent times decades ago. After serving in Nam, he went to South America and lived the same experiences
|A world travel boat sits sunken in the channel|
Now it's more important to him that he takes in those who need a second look. A chance to live peacefully. Yes his place is run down, but it is orderly. The rules to staying there, and his vigilance, have cleaned up the social problems while maintaining the simple ambience that keeps him there.
The boat that rest along the channel entering this secluded spot from open water has a story. It's
|My spot nestled in between the ancient oaks|
Life doesn't move fast here, in fact it stands still. What little turn over there is in residents is insignificant. I took the only vacant spot in the circle for my one nights stay that only happened because a friend from 40 some odd years ago is staying there for a good part of the year. Because I was a friend of someone respected in
|A questionable camp bathroom with more abandoned boats lined up|
It's very clear the owner is more interested in maintaining a caliber of people that suit his personality than in making as much profit as the market will bear. All I needed was a chance to visit for the evening with my old friend, empty my full waste tanks and refill my fresh water tank, and a quiet spot to get a good nights sleep. Mission accomplished, and very well I might add.
|Old dilapidated RV's are still home to someone|
If you can look past the rundown demeanor of places like this, accept that this is all some people can afford, you might just realize that it isn't such a bad way of living after all. Peace and serenity trump glitz and glamor every time. If your mind is happy, your body will adapt. That said, this morning I packed up and headed on down the highway to the next Walmart Super Center as I continue my travels. I think that's a McDonald's across the highway, time for a burger.