One hundred and thirty uneventful miles from Wichita Falls to Carrollton, Texas, a suburb of Dallas. Clear skies and no wind whatsoever made the two hour drive a pleasure. Before we knew it our GPS had us making the necessary exits and entrances in preparation for the final approach to Sandy Lake RV Resort (again, with the 'resort').
Check out this cloverleaf!
We arrived around 1pm and after checking in, were escorted to our very narrow/undersized site. After a cursory visual scan from my driver's seat while waiting for Suzanne to finish the registration process, I had (wisely) decided to uncouple from the Suzuki. Trailers and motorhomes were parked very close together and, even if we ended up with a pull-thru site, I had a feeling getting properly aligned in our assigned space was going to require a bit of maneuvering.
Understand, I had called three other RV parks before making this reservation a couple weeks ago. None of the other parks had a vacancy. I'm not sure what's going on in Dallas this week that made RV sites such a rare commodity. Maybe it's just the time of year and the location?
We followed our golf-cart-driving escort into the park (Suzanne following me in the Suzuki), making several turns before arriving at site #157. It, indeed, was a pull-thru site and the golf cart guy pulled through, parked and dismounted and stood watching as I attempted a 'one-shot' entrance. However, there just wasn't enough room in the road to make a wide enough swing - and the site was barely wide enough to accommodate.
Only after backing out, pulling further up the road, backing up to within inches of a big 5th wheel occupying a space in the row behind ours was I able to shoehorn the coach into our home for the next several days (actually, my home. Suzanne will be in NYC). This was all accomplished without the assistance of my escort. He stood, clueless and without so much as a hand signal...watching the show. I had to jump out once to check on some low hanging branches and the nose of the aforementioned 5th wheel.
As for my escort.....
...Crickets.
These escort guys are usually very helpful - walking around and back and forth making sure you're positioning the coach perfectly and avoiding all obstacles, a downward arm motion with a clenched fist indicating "You're done! Shift to neutral and set the air brakes!"
...... Crickets.
Usually, the escort-parking-assistant deal is more of a formality. There's usually plenty of room to maneuver and, if I do say so myself, I'm pretty good at driving and parking this beast. This was one time when I really could have used some input from someone on the outside.
..... Crickets.
The picture kinda doesn't tell the entire story. The road is very narrow with overhanging branches, protruding 5th wheels, parked cars and such.
A tight squeeze!
Suzanne needed a couple of things at a nearby Macy's for tomorrow's trip so I drove her to the mall. I wandered around and found a 24oz cocktail shaker to replace the 18oz one I've been using. It was marked down 61%! How they came up with a 61% discount, I'm not sure. Now I can make two decent sized margaritas in one batch! I also found a drink coaster with the message, 'Not all who Wander are Lost'. It spoke to me. I bought two.
The park has a small fitness room and I worked out for the first time since getting sick almost four weeks ago. Travis and I took a long walk, I cooked a pork tenderloin and it rained for a couple hours, beginning around 5pm.
Suzanne's flight isn't until 5pm tomorrow afternoon so we'll have plenty of time to relax before heading to the airport.
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