On to Lewisville

Today was a travel day, with most of the journey going south on I-35. We stopped at a Flying J to get propane and have our rig weighed, but it turned out that no one was there to dispense propane. We stopped at a Love's further south and got propane. Then we stopped at Camping World. It was late and chilly when we got to Lake Park.

The lady who checked us in was not happy that we do not have a Texas safety inspection sticker, but we reassured her that we had just returned to Texas and would get inspected tomorrow. We're in site #6, one of our favorite sites, with a long sweeping vista across the lawns to the lake. The site is fairly narrow, and we were very happy to be able to back into it without much trouble. All the grills in the park are wrapped in black plastic garbage bags to enforce the burn ban.

I tried to call Kelley, but I didn't have her new phone number, so I messaged her on Facebook. She called me, and we made plans to get together tomorrow night. She and Mason competed in an Extreme Mudders event yesterday, and today they are recovering. Tomorrow Kelley will be back to work.

Shellie returned to Michigan recently and found her dad, Ken's brother Gordon, is very ill. He has been going downhill for a while, suffering the effects of some strokes, but recently has taken a turn for the worse. We're thinking that Ken may need to make a trip to Muskegon soon. Shellie has been doing her best to take care of her dad, and this must be really tough on her.


It definitely feels strange being here in Lewisville, close to Ed and Julie's old house, and knowing that it's someone else's home now. Houses hold so much history and memories. I still feel connected to many houses from my past. We've driven past my family's old house on Hollywood Drive in Parma and past my childhood home in Solon. Of course they're not the same anymore. Time marches on.