It took me a few hours to find a Texas State Park that had available hike-in primitive sites. I didn't want to stay with noisy RVs - I wanted to be away from it all. Finally, I secured a spot on-line, crammed my gear into my backpack, loaded up the car and set out for an adventure.
When I showed my reservation at the office she asked, "Primitive?" She asked how many adults and when I replied with one, she repeated, in disbelief, "By yourself? You're camping primitive BY YOURSELF?" Uh, yes and thanks for announcing it to all the potentially crazy people in the office. I wanted to say, "Um, nope, my mistake, me, my big dog and my angry dad with several guns are all camping together." Instead, I just smiled and nodded. Yup.
Loaded up with everything I'd need for the weekend.
Tested out the water proofness of my boots by crossing the Paluxy River.
They indeed are waterproof. Good thing because the water got deeper!
Oh mah guah. This view. I could stare all day - and did for hours.
Until I watched in silence as the sun set.
Pitch black by 7pm, I amused myself by reading (brought 3, yes 3 books with me) and writing letters. Yep, old fashioned pen and paper letters. Who doesn't love mail? It didn't get as cold as I feared it might and I was comfortable all night - save for the roaming coyotes who sang their mournful song a good part of the night. I didn't see any other campers but I didn't worry. My food was hung high in a tree and honestly, I didn't think the coyotes were all that interested in my Clif bars!
Standing once again in the Paluxy River, I was treated to this spectacular view. I just stood there, holding my breath. This sight - this glory. I don't see this every day, yet it is there. The beauty is all around us if we'll stop for a moment and look for it.
And I'm so glad that I took the time to look, for I surely found it.