We left the bayous of Louisiana Sunday morning for a long day’s run into Texas.
And we left the interstate behind because a diagonal run cross-country on a four-lane state route would save us a lot of miles getting to Austin.
We ended up in a lovely, and large, campground on a lake that was near….nothing. This is Texas, it has room for everything, with room to spare. We had a campsite that was almost the closest to the lake, but we could just barely see water because there’s so much land.
I’m describing it, because we took no pictures. Took until nearly dark to get there. And shortly after arriving, Ryan had another seizure.
We had enough signal for 911, the squad arrived within minutes, and took him to a hospital 20 miles away.
Ross and I were able to take the Lil Taxi late that night and pick up Robyn and Ryan from the hospital, so we could all spend the night at home….
We spent Monday recovering. Ryan’s fine, and so are we.
Which meant today was a great opportunity to move on and see new stuff. And be near civilization again….outside Waco, TX.
Our campground is called Airport Park, because it lies along the edge of a small airport. A couple jets took off this evening before dark, but that will be all.