It was probably one of the most action packed months of the trip.
Early in the morning, before showering, we decided to take a little walk with the dogs, the whole family. It would put some good exercise in for the day, but there was going to be a lot more of that, although we didn't suspect it. I hadn't ridden my bike because I didn't had one, and anyway most of the campgrounds between San Antonio and here were gravel. However, this one had paving, sidewalks, and so many nice views to see around the area. Some brown sheer crisp mountains surrounded the valley. Short palm trees were all around, and most of the sites were rather decorated, beautiful, and unimaginable. When we set out and got the dogs to pee, and then walked along some more, we had no idea what was in store. Just on our own row were R.V.'s, nice with fiberglass swirls and different colors, and then usually a table or two with umbrellas. Sounds pretty okay, right? Now imagine some of them huge, with brown rock cobblestone etched into the pavement. Also, it's a double lot, outside of a row, on a corner, for all of the premium passerby's to gaze at and widen their eyes at. Let's put on the right side a marble bar, and then before that put a mock wooden thatch Indian residence, a little side building, called a bungalow. Still more, always more with these millionaires, beautiful roses along the sides of a grassy garden walk area, with square concrete stepping stones. Now, let's top it all off with a rushing water fountain, brown small terraces which the water trickles down after spraying up in a magnificent ark of icy H20. And this, is ONE site. :)
Some sites, in shady areas, had green grass in the background, but most of these lot owners would not waste that space for just some play room...that could be done at all the empty rented guest spaces nearby. There were cute vintage yellow golf carts also, that whizzed down our sides sometimes with elderly couples just down right enjoying their retirement. Many large dogs, from golden retrievers to jack russell terriers, to big black and brown cute harry dogs. They were all a part of the mix. I was surprised to see all these runners, walkers, and bikers up this early in the morning. And they were seniors, some of them!!! But anyway, we walked along with the glistening blue water on our right, and we hadn't even seen some of the best of the sites yet! There was one that Rebecca thought was pretty awesome, a green motorhome with a balcony to the left of the door, on the R.V.! They didn't have the best view in the morning, but it was really a little porch with chairs and one of those tables again! Can you believe that? It was probably the most bizarre thing we would see that day, mostly because we didn't really go outside and see bizarre things. Well, we totally went outside, but not out of the R.V. resort. It was going to be a play day.
We crossed a corner and went to another street, that had in the middle of it on the right side a massive hill, which was concrete and had a metal gate on either side of it. Going up and later in a bike, we saw that this was a large bridge over all the water. A dark lagoon of pure water was under and on either side of it, twisting and turning so. Palm trees rose up above and docks, wooden and shaking from the power of the last speedboat, were on the sides. Some small boats also made up this tiny bay. We went over the road shared by cars also, and that was the only downside to the walk. We would have to stop when an R.V. or truck came by, and then go again once they were done moving along. But this was truly beautiful. I lo....we loved, just being able to walk along and not really DO anything today. But it wasn't the kind of play day where you stay around and sit in the R.V. and just chill, there was so much to do here, boat, (in the super small lagoon) swim, walk and see all the people's houses, and also play games in your green space. Along the rows we saw big gated places and R.V.'s in the shade. At one of these, a green metal gate, we saw some glossy paper taped to it. An R.V. with some yapping dogs was beside it. A lady with blonde short hair came out and said that this was another person's lot but that they were thinking of selling it in a short time, so if we wanted we could just go into it and look around.
Dad had already moved on during the conversation, but we stayed and kindly thanked her for her gracious offer. She moved the metal cables to open the gate, and thereafter led us in. Everyone we had prior met was very nice, and she was no different. It was so nice, with a bar and crosspatch roof, little stools hooked up to a nice granite surface. There was even a hot tub, and big part even behind this, that had a pool! We couldn't go there, through the ivy surrounding a door into this realm of the wealthy. But thanking the lady, we moved on and got her name. She was a dog trainer, and showed us her own lot where there was some obstacles for her puppies in the long grass area behind her lot. Well, after walking past the bridges, whizzing golf carts, awesome and just plain beautiful sites only pictures can justly describe, we came back on her own row. We had seen all these lots facing the water, such a better site than what we had. Also a great nice Class A with some sides, a garden, a brown cobblestone, and at least four cars. It must be like a million or two dollars. To a middle class family from Georgia, this place was something else. The R.V. had a tag on it saying RUF' N' IT. Right, the Prevost with four slides and a water and golf course (did I forgot to mention the resort had that too) view was roughing it. Right.
It was also a great time to bond as a family, talk about home, future projects, and just chill. At home we sat outside and the parents drank some coffee. I read some of that awesome red book, getting quite a few chapters done as Rebecca chilled. We then realized that the barbie from the pool was gone. So we went and we retrieved her from the little wet area. The other toys were still wet, but damp. We leaved them and for the rest of the day Brian went through the R.V. park. He walked around and I read a lot. Dad, after showering and everyone done with their morning tiredness, agreed to play football with Rebecca and I. This was going to be fun. In our white tees and regular shirts and shorts, we formed teams of Mom and I and Rebecca and Dad. We got the ball first. Mom was the center, and me the QB. I down set hutted it. Mom went to blocking the defense so I could run like a gazelle to the in-zone) hedge, and it was funny because she lost her balance and landed on one side on the ground. Rebecca took me down on 3rd down, which was right by the in-zone. We continued playing for a very long time, me receiving, Mom throwing, Dad guarding. Rebecca tried to tackle me, and fell by the roses on the green grass, scraping up her legs. She threw it weird, didn't know the game, but she was a fairly good football player.
Mom runs with the ball as I block and Rebecca goes to tag her. Then I don't hut it as a center is to do and just sneak attack the ball, desperate to get it in. Dad, taken off guard, rumbles in his khaki pants but is unable to snag me. Just on the right side Rebecca thinks she has me but I pass the trees right before her, falling down. She later runs and gets tagged like three times but then does a victory dance. It was hilarious and I loved playing with my parents. Sure, I miss my friends, but my family is greatly awesome and over this trip I have gotten to bond and know them like never before. Playing football, sweating, throwing the ball behind the R.V. and getting black grease on my hands, drinking water, and seeing people smile as they passed by, were all part of the day. That awesome day. The play day.
We went on a little bike ride but Dad and I rotated. It was sad I had no bike when we were at such an awesome place. I thought we didn't need to until we got home, as it might be stolen again, but that was not the opinion shared by Mom and Dad. They said I should get a bike soon, but the others were scraped up from being on the rack at the back of the jeep. It is what it is. We came up to the beautiful clubhouse, and went up the side thinking we might be able to eat here. Rebecca and I took pictures at the ram after the strenuous and long climb up. We went through the double nice glass door to all the music and podiums, with a man in a tie and all these people in dresses and ties eating wine glasses, nice tables and a long window looking at tennis courts and other stuff. The man said they had brunch on Sunday but were booked until 11 that night. This was a fancy place, so we decided to try the brunch on Sunday. Good decision.
We went around, me talking to Mom as the sun came down about schoolwork and finishing the math book, that one of her friends, said that it was terrible we were going on the trip because I would get behind. That started a few questions I said as we rounded our corner for the second time, on the left. Were we behind, and if so, would we catch up? I am currently on Chapter 11 of 18 in my math book, virtually done with all the other subjects, and hope I can get to 18 by the time of school starting in August. Anything is possible, and I think this is.
Coming home, we went to bed after a long but awesomely simple and rare relaxing days we have on this trip. I truly loved that little and long day that felt like four days. That play day.
There should be a reality show called "Interesting Methods of Destroying Pigeons",
Andrew.
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