Arriving late into Lake Brownwood I have been given campsite 23 in Willow Point, but the trees in this area are sparse and should I desire both water and trees, I’m out of luck. The sunset, which I barely caught, was beautiful. Children were dressed up in costumes, doing some reverse trick or treat, giving away candy to each of the campers. The children remind me that Halloween is in a few days and I am torn, as I would love to be with my granddaughter. My next door neighbors are retired from the prison system. They have a boat, a huge trailer and I have no idea how they got each of those here to the park. They are regulars have been here for a while and told me all of the best sites. Though they can’t fit in many because of the size of their RV and the antennas. I stayed the night and then ventured out the next day. I have to go up and pay, being a late arriver. There are three women in the ranger station, I comment about how good it is to see women rangers and tell them I’m camping along and how some people think that is strange. “ We have hundreds of women who camp alone here.” She says. See I am one of many.
I can’t wait to explore and the first thing I’m after is the opportunity to move to shade.
Pusche