Flat Creek Farm RV Park, Waco, Texas

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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Ever Wonder

How those huge pine trees grow on the steep cliff walls? I know I have, but we found out in Glenwood Canyon: As you can clearly see from this hidden camera photo, the mountain regurgitates the trees onto the cliff walls. Inquiring minds want to know... xoxxo Julie

Cars

I have owned and/or driven more than 40 cars in my life (and at least 10 motorcycles and maybe 15 or 20 bicycles but that’s another story). I started with the family station wagon, a 69 Dodge Polara with facing rear seats that my dad sold me for $400. Then one morning after an all night party I loaned it to some idiot I had just met and he went out and got it t-boned (wait who was the idiot here?). I drove it for a while after that but it was seriously compromised. I sold it to a junk yard for $25. 69 Dodge Polara (stock photo) My mom gave me her car, it was a 76 golden-brown Plymouth Fury coupe, I was fond of it because it was the first car I owned with an ass-kicking stereo. It always ran rough though and one day it just conked out and I left it at the side of the road. I intended to tow it home but the cops got there first and I never could afford to get it out of the impound. My dad then sold me his 72 Buick LeSabre, again for $400. I drove that f...

Good Morning

This was the view I woke up to this morning:

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