Lots of Big, Noisy Pickup Trucks

After spending most of day at Bouton Lake, we decided that we'd head to where we'd been headed the day before, Boykin Springs.  Somewhere I'd gotten it into my head that they had electric hookups and we were worried that with rain coming in, we wouldn't have enough power to keep our devices charged.  After we packed up and headed out, I re-read the web-page description of the campground and discovered that there were no hookups.  So what next.  Another Walmart?  Another park?  Where? Where? Where?  The dog was whining continuously in the back seat and I had a bit of a meltdown and became incapable of participating in any kind of decision or even talking.  

Yeah, anxiety, it's that logical.

Mike decided to just head for a mid-sized town we'd been going before we got distracted by the idea of stopping in a National Forest the day before.   We knew there was a Walmart there and had already called the day before to confirm that they allowed overnight rv parking.  So that's where we ended up for Thanksgiving evening and Thanksgiving Day:  a Walmart parking lot in Woodville, Texas.

After we settled into the parking lot, I was still shell-shocked so we decided to walk to a nearby Pizza Hut for dinner.  Even though this Walmart was not open 24 hours, the parking lot stayed busy and noisy all night long with unloading merchandise (preparations for Black Friday, I assume), and local people with thumping truck stereos, squealing truck tires, and general hanging out and talking back and forth between pickup trucks.  Yes, there were lots of pickup trucks.  With very big tires that boosted them high in the air and with noisy exhaust systems that echoed loudly whenever the drivers accelerated abruptly within the parking lot as they seemed inclined to do.  And again I was disturbed by all the trash along the edge of the woods. This trip is not doing much to boost my overall assessment of humans.

In the morning, Mike went off in search of coffee at the nearby McDonald's.  But they were closed for the holiday so we ended up with mini mart  coffees--which were actually quite good.

We hit the road, drove for awhile, and then stopped at a Dairy Queen where we took a much needed break to stretch our legs.  Mike got a sundae, and I ate some chips and jarred queso while we sat together in the car in the Dairy Queen parking lot.  That was our Thanksgiving dinner.

But I'm not complaining: It was warm and the grass around us was green and growing instead of brown and lifeless, as it had been further north.

After our lunch break, it was back in the car and on to our day's final destination:  Padre Island.