Amistad National Recreation Area, Texas

I had planned to drive to San Antonio, but I am a sucker for brown signs on the  highway indicating a National Park, or as such. I know where the National Parks are, but am less aware of the monuments and recreation areas. The parks are my thing. So I turned to the brown sign, like a woman possesed, and headed down to the water. I came across a boat launch, and then a dirt road that lead the me to a penninsula. I parked at the end, right as the ground was fresh, and was surrounded by water on 3 sides. I scrambled to change into my suit, grabbed my towel, water, and JoJo's stuff, and parked my chair right where I could plant my feet at the edge. I went for a dip twice, and got way to much sun. It was hot, and the water was chilly. The fish were huge, and I thought of my dad, who would have loved to fish here. I have to confess that the the sign said: "No camping." It was sunset, a gorgeous one, and as I laid down, I realized I was not going to to follow the rules. I guess I was camping illegally. I saw a million stars, thinking that the park ranger was going to find me. But I was lucky this time. This.morning I drive about 20 minutes down the road to the designated campsite, paid my $8.00, and am spending another night. The winds were hellacial today, so after about an hour of drawing my first sketch ( I have traveled with a sketch book for most 20+ years) I went back to the rv to watch a video. The winds died down down now, so it's very pleasant. I'm watching it get dark now, and will hit the hay soon. I am almost down to a daily routine. My rv is small, so clean up is a must, especially the floor. It gets dusty quickly. I watched the pbs Lewis and Clark documentary with utter fascination. In my world, it's  good, compared to their challenges. Sweet dreams.