We are camping here because this was one of our old stomping grounds. While we lived in Houston, we’d come out here with friends to waterski and camp. We’d often ski in the morning and then again in the late afternoon when the winds died down. This was in our car-camping days.
When we arrived, we didn’t recognize the park. The site they’d assigned us didn’t look anything like what we’d remembered. We got an RV site “close to the water” but it really was a swamp with alligator warnings everywhere. We don’t remember alligators! We’d never have gone waterskiing if there were alligators…would we?
Alligators!?!?! We don't remember alligators in this lake when we were waterskiing!
We decided to wander through the campground and see if we could find a better site and find the part of the park we remembered. As we rounded a bend, heading towards the main part of the lake, we both yelled “That’s it!” The view from that exact spot was what we both remembered as being where we camped. It was a tent camping site…makes sense because we were tent campers in the “old days”.
This is the spot we both remembered!
We continued on past the tent camping to a place where we camped for the night. At dusk, we walked back to visit the area we remembered so fondly and ran into a younger couple, both teachers, camping. They had a dream of one day going off to see the U.S. Sound familiar? We must have talked to them for over an hour over their campfire.
The end to a wonderful day.
Camping: Martin Dies, Jr. State Park, Hen House Ridge Unit, Jasper, TX
Electricity, water, dump station