Texas

The sole purpose of swinging through the DFW area was to see Chris while he was spending the summer interning at Ben’s old company, Parker. Chris’ grandparents also came down to see one of their three favorite grandkids in his work environment.

Our campground for the duration of the visit was located really close to Chris’ apartment and really close to the hotel that Ben knew from his many nights here back in his Parker days.

It’s interesting, we have spent a lot of nights at a lot of different campgrounds over the last three years. Every time we approach a new campground at which we have not previously stayed, it is always a little bit like those gamble chocolates, the kind of chocolates with no roadmap under the lid. Just a few rows of small, decadent-looking lumps of chocolate, concealing a mysterious core that could either be fantastic or disgusting. I’m looking at you Orange Cream. Yuck, It’s like eating toothpaste.

Anyway, campgrounds can be very different from one another. We have stayed in campgrounds where we have been blown away by the quality, safety, general care and upkeep, friendly atmosphere, or privacy, while we have also been like, ugggh, well, its only for one night. At those, we have the gun ready and we park the truck as close as we can, or don’t even disconnect the truck at all.

You can usually tell very quickly whether it is going to be a caramel filled type of campground or a molasses chew. This one was definitely more on the orange cream side. Well, it’s only for three nights.

We got to see Chris and his college friend, Quentin’s, apartment, since they are both interning at Parker. We also visited the plant to see what the interns were working on there.