It's All About Fishing!

Day 30 -- August 28, 2021

Our next stop on the way back to Texas is at Navarrro Mills Lake, which is northeast of Waco and southwest of Gun Barrel City.   We choose a campsite not far from the shore of the lake where we can see the fishing pier extend out over the water.  Herb (seen at the right of the center photo) takes a walk to see what he can see; then I go out only one time, because it is scary to me.

Today I take my early morning walk on the roads around the campground and notice that this area is much different from yesterday's camp at Lake Waco.  Joyce Kilmer wrote the poem, "Trees," the first stanza of which is "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."

I agree.  

There have been pecan trees on several properties Herb and I have owned, and I can very well identify the leaves I have raked.  Here I see pecans green in the shell, and I long to come back in November to see how they have ripened.

Late in the afternoon when the temperature cools a bit, different groups of people arrive to fish.  Some set their ice chests on the ground and fish from the bank.  Another group chooses the fishing pier.   We hope they fill their ice chests.

Willie of Sweet Georgia Brown   

and of Walldog and Willie

 August 28, 2021

 

Oh Deer! Oh Deer! Oh Deer, Mr. Bathhurst!

 Day 29 -- August 27, 2021

It is just beginning to be daylight at 6:47a and I can see -- guess what!  Deer!  Two of them right in front of the motorhome.

Four minutes later there are many more, and some can be seen in the far background coming up from Lake Waco.

They look so peaceful as they graze along.

Gosh!  Here comes another wave of deer.  Tons of deer.  I've never seen so many in one place.  There are all ages of animals, the darker colored one is the Daddy with his rack, and the cute little one in the foreground is Bambi.

Then about 7:15a they have eaten their fill of the grass in front of Sweet Georgia Brown, and move on to greener pastures.  

Willie of Sweet Georgia Brown

   and of Walldog and Willie

   August 27, 2021

Wildlife on Lake Waco

 Day 28 -- August 26, 2021

It is our second day on Lake Waco in Spleegleville Campground, and at 7:02 when usually I would be going out for an early morning walk, what to my wondering eyes should appear?  Three deer! They come from the swampy area down by the lake on our right, up the hill in front of the motorhome peacefully grazing and working their way into the wooded area farther up the hill on our left.

I quietly photograph them and don't dare go out for fear of scaring them away.  They are so beautiful to watch.  

As they cross the road and disappear into the forest, the sun begins to rise over the trees.  What a great start to the morning.

Later in the day I do take a walk and count the many RVs that brought their boats to launch into Lake Waco.  Some can be seen at the left of the photo below.

The sweetest sight is watching the little fawn grazing along with the group.  His mother keeps looking back to make sure he keeps up.

Willie of Sweet Georgia Brown

   and of Walldog and Willie

   August 26,2021

Boating on Lake Waco

Day 27 -- August 25, 2021

I notice that the moon is still high in the sky when I go out for my early morning walk.  It is already 72 degrees and the Texas summer sun will heat us up quickly.  I also see that Sweet Georgia Brown is the only motor home in the RV park; every other RV is a travel trailer or a fifth wheel pulled by a truck.  Well, it's Texas and everyone drives a truck, or should....

Wouldn't you agree, Lee Ann?

We leave at 9:15a in search of fuel and get lucky at Cal's in San Angelo.  Because of the size of the motor home and its towing a car, we can only get into large stations, like truck stops.

Resuming our trip we drive through an area of lovely rolling hills, and on a two-lane highway lined with lots of green vegetation.  

Suddenly we see ahead of us a wake of vultures feeding on 'road kill.'  When they hear us coming, they scatter but then fly back into our path greedily wanting to finish their meal.  

One does not make it out of our way in time, but slams against the windshield of the motor home.  Yikes!  We are prepared to see a crack, but apparently the bird hit against the center post, which saves us but I think he becomes 'road kill.'

No photos are taken here, because we are too busy screaming at the birds to get out of our way!!!

Yikes again!  We come upon a second wake, but have the presence of mind to blow the horn again and again to scare the vultures off the highway.

The rest of the trip is uneventful, and we pass Spirit of Texas Winery, where we had enjoyed a bit of wine and pizza on the trip going west.  It's too early in the day for it to be open, so we keep going.  I sure would enjoy a pizza about now, as it is a little past noon.

We arrive to our destination at a Corps of Engineers RV park, Spleegleville Campground on Lake Waco, and have a perfect site with trees on one side and a view of Lake Waco on the other.

Late in the evening -- there is still plenty of daylight at 7p -- we see speed boats cruising the lake.  One reminds us of the SeaDoo Speedster we had in Port Isabel, before we got our cabin cruiser, which we named Willie's Tug.

Willie of Sweet Georgia Brown

   and of Walldog and Willie

   August 25, 2021