Pedernales Falls SP

One of the nice things about having a flexible schedule is being able to pick up on a whim and go to a beautiful campground at a time when others are elsewhere . . . That's just when Oscar & did this week when we visited Perdenales Falls State Park , between Johnson City & Austin, TX.
Being able to select among the myriad of sites available, we chose #6. It has a trail leading about 100 ft back into the woods where the picnic table sits under a great oak with the fire pit nearby. This would be an awesome site for tent campers.

The park has miles and miles of hiking trails, a great swimming area, and of course the falls . . .

It was nice sitting out in the mobile reading room enjoying a good book

Looks like the wonder Egg, pink flamingo and kokopellis were chilling out as well . . .

2009 Oktoberfisch

Every fall, the Fredericksburg, Fly Fishers Club hosts Oktoberfisch fly fishing festival, where like minded folk gather to polish their skills on the river, catch up with old friends, and swap fish-tales around the campfire.

As Oscar & I departed the house, the usual hail & farewell gaggle was relaxing in the yard saying goodbye.
After arriving at Morgan Shady Park, we set up camp at a nice site overlooking the North Lanno River.

One of the best benefits for me was getting to work on proper casting techniques with master teachers. Here is a group practicing on the point.

I also learned about the various types of kayaks used for fishing and was able to decide on which boat I'll be purchasing. Here's an early morning shot of the fleet . . .

No gathering of this sort would be complete without a BBQ, Texas style! Gotta have some of them fried jalapeno peppers don'tcha know YUMMMMMMM! First you put some "special batter" on 'em and fry 'em up good & crispy like.

Set 'em in a pan with some ranch dressing available on the side . . .

Then simply wait for folks to grab a plateful and start working up a real nice sweat! there's nuthin' quite like sweaty eyebrows from jalapeno overload. Releases endorphins too!!

Money was raised for local FFA as hard working volunteers served up some mighty good steak.

Dinner on the lawn under evening lights . . .

Commemorative desert cake . . . mouth watering . . .

Oscar enjoyed some fireside lap time with Michelle and Elaine as he listened to us all swap stories . . .

We're looking forward to next year's Oktoberfisch already.

PINE KNOT V - Molded Fiberglass RV RALLY

We've were home a couple weeks when Oscar started to get "itchy feet" - a malady which effects many owners of molded fiberglass trailers . . . sooooo . . . as the Crepe Myrtles were starting to blossom, I loaded up the Wonder Egg and we headed for the PineKnot RV Rally in Grapeland, Texas.
The closer we got, the more animated Oscar became as he anticipated reuniting with his fur-buddies. As the Wonder Egg rounded a bend he said "Look, Pete . . . Eggs in the woods!" That's just what it looked like. A gathering of "Pod People" deep in the pine woods of east Texas WOOHOO!

The Wonder Egg was happy as it snugged up against the trees near its Casita pals.

Fiberglass trailers have been in production for a long time. Here's a vintage Compact Jr that had been restored. Nice, even had A/C!

A proud Texas grad had his U-haul parked next to a Scamp. Both 13 footers. The Scamp was towed by a VW Bug.

It's like a small city suddenly sprouted up in the meadow . . .

Complete with post office . . .
Campfires in the evening, morning coffee & rolls with friends, pot luck dinners, melodies of recorder duets backed up by guitar in the evening air, loud card games of "bu__ sh__", dutch-oven demonstrations (those folks are amazing!) catching up with old friends and making new ones . . . Oscar especially liked the dog show, where all the proud owners got to show off and brag on their dogs. After the show we had a "family" photo taken with our fur-kids.



All things come to an end, and so did the PineKnot Rally. Oscar was in his bed, dreaming about all his new memories as we pulled away from the rally site.

It was fun being Tail End Charley of a small caravan of rolling Eggs as we went down the road.
Till we meet again . . .