Greetings from San Angelo State Park, ya’ll. We got in about 9:30 last night. Figured out the lock on the night gate. Wandered around til we found site #3. Turned off the engine and turned into bed and slept for a good 11 hours. Now I sit at a metal picnic table in an old, run down, rotting park under a steel gray sky with a slight breeze and distant traffic noise. We’re the only ones here, and it all feels to me like a scene out of a creepy post apocalyptic movie, as if Sally and I are the last ones on Earth. Except for the distant traffic noise. I had a shower, though the drain backed up and flooded the entire men’s bathroom. Sally made coffee, though Betty’s shore power system is only half
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