January 6 – 17, 2017
Sticking mainly to small town Walmarts,
we made our way to Brownsville. Rural Texas is much like you'd
expect; lots of trucks, lots of open space. The stores have minimal
wifi (sometimes none) and even the Walmart “superstores” are more
like minimarts with lots of milk and snacks but not much in the way
of meat or veggies. Presumably there are more expansive grocery
stores elsewhere.
Some of the most fun is finding quirky
surprises. This sign store appears to be out of business, but I
imagine the owner had a good time while it was up and running.
Down in Brownsville while planning
another trip into Mexico, this guy circled my vehicle a few times
before stopping to chat.
He's a traveling minister who uses the
rv as a place to relax when the venue is far from home. We chatted
for a while and he encouraged me to go to the beach before leaving so
I'll keep that on the to-do list.
The weather was drizzly so I hung out
in the camper for the day reading. It turns out that no one really
cares how long you camp at Walmart and I've stayed at places for up
to three days. Eventually you'd get rousted I suppose, but it would
take a while for someone to get up the gumption to take action. I
figure with my small truck it would be a week or so before anyone
started wondering and longer than that if I bopped out somewhere and
came back. Not that most parking lots are ideal camping spots, but
sometimes you just get tired of switching places.
These guys parked right next to me in
the middle of the night. I suppose my rig gave them protection on
one side while the tarp covered the other. Turned out to be three
kids who had a blast in Mexico and were now on their way home to a
land of lattes and mom's washing machine. At least, I'm hoping the
washer was part of the plan. It didn't seem like (smell like)
bathing was high the priority list while lounging on the beach.
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