The rain started last evening about dusk, and poured all night. The soft sound of the rain falling onto the fiberglass roof lulled us to sleep, and awakened us this morning. It has now stopped, and we are awaiting the cold that is forecast to follow.
Up until then, it had been a beautiful five days of sun and warmer temps. Casita’s appearing through the woods.
All bases covered. The British Isles, Old Glory, and of course, Texas.
Sally met up with an old friend.
Once again, this is a beautiful park. How many bridges do you see like this in a campground?
Before the rain moved in last evening there was an informal gathering of musicians in the pavilion. They played for an hour or two.
Just a few notes on the gathering before the “Gathering”.