Spring Break Camping Trip
When I was a kid, my mom often took us to the different parks at Lake Georgetown. I remember Russell Park vividly, but the others I only remember as having ... trees and grills. On one of those camping trips, we had to make two Walmart runs for extra supplies. My mom was frustrated, but I thought it was hilarious. Nothing significant happened on any of the trips. I remember them anyways. We were carefree while we were there. I was carefree, anyways; who knows what it was like for my mom to bring four kids without help. Knowing her though, she had just as much fun as I did.
After the infamous Texas snow storm, something gave me a strong impulse to go on a camping trip over Spring Break. Maybe it was cooking on a grill during the storm; maybe it was doing a puzzle by lantern-light; maybe I just wanted to enjoy Mother Nature instead of wondering why she wants me dead. I have no idea what it was, but aright after the storm, I started looking through campsites and booked the only one I could get. Apparently everyone goes to Lake Georgetown over Spring Break. I remembered Russell Park being a little more primitive than the other campgrounds (no water spigots, no electricity), which is ironic because it's also the only park that has a swimming beach. Anyways, the snowstorm trashed the place, so the park had to close for repairs. My luck turned though because when I looked again, some other campsites had opened up at Jim Hogg. I booked one up and started planning.
When I say I started planning, I mean I spaced out once or twice a day at work for weeks and thought about what I might want to do or eat while camping. There was also some indiscriminate Amazon window-shopping and wish-listing. It was probably the only thing that got me through the sinus infection from hell and the side effects from my covid vaccination. I am so grateful for having something to look forward to during those times. It was fun writing out a menu and a packing list, writing the reservation info, and doodling all over the paper. Then when it was time to pack, that list kept me from over-packing out of anxiety. Little things help the most with my anxious mind. I won't dwell on the negative, but the covid shot kicked my ass, and I forgot some of the most important items in my sick-fog. I'm not gonna lie, that part of it sucked a lot.
So, camping: We loaded up. We drove out. We set up camp. Madison didn't take a single nap the whole time. We hiked. We biked. We played a lot of Yahtzee. I told my favorite stories from the Levar Burton Reads podcast while we sat around the fire. We had that thing blazing the whole time. We slept in a tent in sleeping bags on air mattresses (no pillows thanks to the sick-fog-brain), and on the first night we kept the roof open and slept under the stars. It was like 41 degrees that first night, but it was perfect the second night. It was glorious. The pictures tell it better though.
She was so excited! She's always such a good helper. It was even prettier at night. She enjoyed her air mattress even though I totally heard her roll off of it the second night. I forgot to pack pillows, but my mom, the OG frontier woman, told me to roll up our beach towels. Genius. Burgers are so much better on a cast-iron skillet. (Thanks mom.) My $2.99 headlamp came in handy since March sunsets are pretty early. Next time, we're buying firewood at HEB. I forgot literally all the breakfast food at home, so we had s'mores one morning and toast the next. There's not a beach at Jim Hogg, but you can still hang out at the water between the fishing piers.
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