Last week Madeline and I purchased our first motorhome in a very long time. So we left on our maiden voyage a couple of days ago. This coach is small enough that she feels comfortable driving it, but roomy enough that we can move around within with ease.
We were intending to leave out Sunday morning but Saturday afternoon we looked at each other and said let’s do this, so we headed south. Our reservation in Port A wasn’t until Monday, so we knew we’d stop along the way.
Madeline introduced me to something new. Boondocking. I got a Boondocking app on my phone and started reading up on it. When we got around on the south east side of San Antonio we decided to find a place to stop for the night. I read about Crackerdocking, which is Boondocking at Cracker Barrel.
That part of San Antonio is not where I’d pick if I’m trying to be safe. But come to think about it, where exactly in South Texas should we feel at ease in a parking lot. Maybe there aren’t many places anywhere that we can let our guard down.
We made it down to Port A, pretty much without incident. Really nice to have a few days of great weather here. It shows to be a couple days of harsh weather towards the end of the week.
It was nice coming back to Port A. We stopped at H-E-B in Flour Bluff to get a few things. I just set in the Motorhome while she went in. I was having a hankering for seafood being back down here. I drove over and ordered up two of the filet of fish with a medium order of fries and a coke at McDonalds. Madeline had told me she will pass on a filet of fish. Sometimes these gals don’t know the best places to go out to eat.
I was browsing articles online once upon a time looking for the details of a murder. I didn’t find the one I was looking for, but I did run across the one below that fits into Boondocking.