Somehow our wheels take us every year to this strange “resort” in the wilds of Southwest Texas. And, really, it was like “coming home” (not that we have one yet!). I won’t describe the place in detail. You can check it by clicking on Fort Clark Springs and there is a link to the interesting history of this fort, before it became a “resort”.
Wildlife gathers here, especially the deer, which come for a daily feed of corn, and browse right outside our window. Large stags, does, and tiny fauns.
Then the wild turkeys strut past and peck at the remains of the corn. The males (toms) seem to move in their own little flock, though occasionally they will visit and show off their feathers to passing females. Quite the competition at times!
We are visited by the occasional roadrunner, always a food opportunist.
The bobwhite quail are hard to photograph, since they are small, and run so fast you think they are robots on wheels.
Even our simple camera can sneak up on an armadillo. They root around for grubs.
This is not a “high-end” park, but it has good facilities, and a lot of charm. Best of all, it has space: 2,700 acres with trails that wind by the spring-fed creek filled with spectacular water-lilies and basking turtles on logs. Further down is the “swamp”, which is really a large pond, and flocks of turkey vultures scowl at us from their evening roosts.
Highlight of our walks are the pair of kiskadees, the biggest flycatcher of all, and a brilliant yellow. Rare in the USA, it is really a refugee from nearby Mexico. The picture does not do this spectacular bird justice, but was the best we could manage.
Keen golfers play “the big course”. The rest of us wander out in our “scruffies”, and put up with the inferior fairways of the Par-3 course, which has really good green fees: zero if you stay here!
Besides the weekly Par-3 scramble, there is the strange game of “washers”, the pancake breakfasts, Tuesday pot-lucks, the chili cook-off, an excellent dinner theatre evening, and other events which you can take or leave alone … enjoyed by a friendly and eclectic crowd of RV-folk who have nearly all reached “a certain age”!
After these many years we have collected friends here, which does mean we gather many insults, as well as dispense them. There are a few other Canadians around, but we tend to be the only Eastern representatives, meaning we have to defend the larger half of our country. Bad jokes and tall tales pass round the fire ring, and various informal gatherings as the sun sets on another glorious Texas day. We relax and enjoy what is usually warm sunny weather, well away from the storms that plague areas closer to the oceans. Yes it is sometimes unseasonably cold, and the Americans blame the Canadians. We blame the Alaskans, the Dakotas, and the Russians. It did actually rain for an hour one day … a rare event, and welcomed by the grass and shrubs.
Not exciting, but long stretches of pure enjoyment, and a welcome change from those endless highways! Talking of which … we are on the road again at the end of our month at Fort Clark Springs. More about that later.
Finally, a credit to our neighbour Jim from Maine, who had a better camera, a good eye, and contributed some of the photographs. I have added some more pictures at the end of this post.
John and Elaine