Category: Camping

  • Palo Duro Turkeys

    Today’s destination is Palo Duro Canyon State Park. Having left Horseshoe Bend just before 0800, we were driving through Amarillo by noon. We pulled out at the Texas Information Center in Amarillo to make sandwiches. They have free water fills, clean restrooms, along with information on Texas. The advisor inside said self-contained RV’s are welcome…

  • Paris and Wines

    Not France, but Paris, Texas was on today’s route. Two hours after leaving Rocky Point we stopped to stretch under the giant red hatted replica of the Eiffel Tower. Several RV’s were gathered at the Paris visitor’s center adjacent to the tower. They encourage visiting with power and water hook-ups for $35 and boondocking sites…

  • Shreveport, Texarkana and Rocky Point

    Sculptures along the Red River made an interesting stop in Shreveport, Louisiana. High water levels were evident, even this far north. Part of the riverfront park was unusable. Beth went into the visitor’s center while I watched this railroad crew inspect a vintage steel bridge. They were using an articulated arm hanging from a truck…

  • Vicksburg and Poverty Point

    After a quiet night in the petrified forest, we headed towards Vicksburg, Mississippi. An overlook, just outside the city provided views of barge traffic on the mighty Mississippi. Boats, trains, and automobiles pass on this Mississippi River crossing. If you peek through the bridges you might be able to see a barge. Level parking is…

  • Jackson and the Petrified Forest

    Thunderstorms overnight did let water into the window, but towels kept it from running down the inside of the wall. As the sun rose at the Gator Ranch, it revealed pooling water in the parking lot. The waters of the bayou were creeping a little too close to us for comfort. A plus for self-contained…

  • Alabama Gators

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    On the road at 0830, we left Torryea behind in the rain and headed towards an alligator ranch in Mississippi. Moving west, we ran into stopped traffic outside the little town of Ebro. Turned out to be for a bicycle race, so we just relaxed and waited twenty minutes for the last of the cyclists…