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December 1, 2006
We arrived at Lake Tawakoni near Point Texas this afternoon. The weather has held many surprises for us. In Hot Springs the night before we left, it not only rained but we had some sleet. Friday dawned with us wrapped up and ready to go. We agreed to forgo our coffee until later in order to get out early. Even though we are droopy, we are always excited to hit the road and a new adventure. I suppose there is a little of Charles Kault in us as we are ready to explore the adventures around the next bend in the road. We travel back to I-30 and Texarkana. There at the Flying J, we gas up and get our coffee and breakfast.
Fueled and full, we rejoin the road. Traffic is good and we enjoy the ride. We are little prepared for the next “opportunity”. (Phil Smith, my former PHS principal and my current friend, taught me that misfortunes are really opportunities.) We arrive at our destination which happens to be in the middle of nowhere but has many wide open spaces. (vital to getting satellite TV) When we try our satellite, we are unable to get a signal. This had happened before we left but corrected itself. This time the satellite was truly dead. While this was not a real surprise, we were not pleased. We attempted to gain the satellite over and over and finally admitted that we were just “spinning our wheels” and becoming very frustrated. After obtaining the number of a local satellite dealer, we agreed that a portable satellite was the quickest fix. I looked at the Camping World satellites and was not pleased with the price and really didn’t want to go to Dallas. Walt admitted that he didn’t want to go either. We journey to the “big” city of Emory and purchased a dish, wire, and tripod for much less than the Camping World dish.
So we now had the opportunity of learning to set up and aim a satellite dish. We graduated and had TV for the motor home. We were glad to bath, eat, and rest. After a week of no TV, we enjoyed the news and several shows before snoozing. The next day presented a new “opportunity” to attempt setting up our internet satellite. We were not successful and finally gave up. (Anyone who knows me is aware that I hate to quit.)
After a night of rest, Walt is patiently willing to help me and we methodically begin again. It becomes apparent rather quickly that a part of the elevation knob that is broken must be repaired. With the help of the park manager, we are able to repair the knob. Wonderfully, after a patient and careful step by step process, we are on line. This has become so important since our cell phone doesn’t have service in the boonies. Now we can communicate with our family and friends. We feel like we have participated in the “Super Graduation”.
The weather has been cold, but warms to the 40’s and 50’s for about 3 hours a day. We manage some exercise, but it is limited. The chores continue so we wash our clothes on a windy day. While waiting, we talked with some other campers. One couple from Oklahoma is full time and loves it. When we mentioned the huge fox squirrels, he cautioned us to not let them come too close. To our amazement, we learned that a squirrel ran up to a camper, jumped on his leg and bit him on his finger. He had to have medical attention. (the man) The attack squirrels get a wide berth when we are out, although I am tempted to taunt them with the fact that my mother used the hunt, kill, and cook them for us. Do you think that would scare them?
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