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Flat Creek Farm RV Park, Waco, Texas

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Well, I didn't know much about Waco - other than the Branch Dividians until we stayed there on Tuesday night at the Flat Creek Farm RV Park. Mt Pleasant wasn't bad either, but I loved Flat Creek Farm. We were lucky that we got the last space there. I absolutely loved this park. It was a few miles off the I35. Rusty kept arguing with the GPS about the route and it turned out that the GPS was trying to keep us off a small bridge with an axle weight limit. I was driving and there was no where to turn around so I asked Rusty if I should punch it going across and he said yes, then started going, "punch it...punch it" (I have a hard time punching it in the RV). After we were over Rusty realized it was a per axle weight limit and we were okay, but we both held our breath driving over it.

The park was on a working farm with a catch and release pond and lots of room to wander. The weather had finally cooled off so we were happy just hanging out enjoying the view

Rusty and Whisky Walking the Alfalfa Fields







Flat Creek



Puff and Derf

Texas Sunset
We were only there for the one night but it was lovely. The next day we headed out to San Antonio. We'll be there for four days to give us time to rest up and hit the grocery store.

xoxox
Julie

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