Camping at Navarro Mills Lake

Next we moved to a Corp of Engineers campground on Navarro Mills Lake, located between Waco and Corsicana, Texas. The lake itself is about 5000 acres and only reaches a depth of 49 feet at its deepest point. There’s good white bass, crappie, and channel catfish fishing, and this seemed to be the main attraction at the lake. In fact, a new Navarro Mills Lake catfish record was made a week before we got there, of nearly 70 pounds!

The campground is spread out along a big part of the southern shore and has a marina, store, playground, and lots of big shady campsites. Although it’d be a shorter walk to the lake from some of the other sites, we preferred one up near the woods with big oak trees all around it – and it was still well within walking distance of the lake. Our paved site was fairly level with a concrete picnic table under a large covered shelter, and was also totally shaded.

The kayaking was great, and we went a few times during our stay! We just carried them down to the closest cove to our site, although there are a couple boat ramps available. Towards the west end of the lake there are several large trees still standing in the water, which were fun to kayak around. The big peninsula that the marina sits on really blocks some of the winds and waves, and helps keep the water calm on the east side of it. Although, personally, I enjoyed kayaking in the waves!



Along the lake there were HUGE fields of blue
bonnets! They were plenty deep enough for
Tytus to sit down and be completely hidden... 



We also had fun doing a lot of bike riding around the camp. There are lots of little roads that wind through and around the campground, marina, and dam. Near the dam, there’s a really cool rock ledge along the lake that we rode to a few times. It’s probably about 10 feet tall, but one day when the wind picked up, the waves were crashing into the ledge so hard that they were splashing up over the top and getting us wet!

The playground was on the other end of the camp, but well within bike riding distance, so we also rode there several times and let the kids play.

We had a great time at the Navarro Mills Reservoir, and it’s definitely somewhere I’d recommend to anyone going to that area!

Dublin Dr. Pepper and Camping at Proctor Lake

After leaving San Angelo we headed west, on to a Corp of Engineers campground nestled in the trees along Proctor Lake, near Dublin, Texas. It seems everywhere we go is amazing and unique – but this place was especially so! From the moment we got there, we knew it was going to be perfect. The campground is spread out along the east shore of the lake, and most of the sites are near to being right on the water. Our site was asphalt and almost level, along with being wide and having a nice picnic pavilion all our own.


The kayaking was wonderful, because we could just walk down the bank and start paddling! We went out on several trips around the lake, and down to the playground, as well as just playing around in the cove. One windy evening, I decided to break out our big beach umbrella to use as a kayak sail. I’ve done it once before, at the beach in Florida – but that was with a steady wind. This wind would die down for several minutes, and then gust suddenly. At first, the wind almost pulled me over into the water! I had to practice holding it different ways, but by the time I was done I was convinced that a paddle is still the way to go.



Dad, Uncle Larry, Aunt Judy, and I sitting at our campsite
overlooking Proctor Lake.

 My aunt and uncle live near the campground, so it was great getting to see them! They came over for dinner a couple times, and we went to their house for dinner and a birthday party for my aunt. My uncle showed us his big deer racks, and told stories of the wild hogs that live around there. It was a lot of fun, and I look forward to seeing them again when we go back there!

Near Proctor Lake is a little town named Dublin – named after the capitol of Ireland. And this town doesn’t just have an Irish name - many of the stores are “Irish”, along with the road names, decorations around town, and their events during the year. We happened to be there during the big St. Patrick’s Day celebration, and this was the perfect place to celebrate it. The whole town was lined up along the roads or out on the street participating in a HUGE parade that lasted for 30+ minutes. There were lots of tractors, old trucks, horses, and ATVs in the parade, and plenty of candy for the kids to pick up!



Here are some Texan "Irishmen" competing in the Highland
Games during the Saint Patrick's Day celebration.
Here they're during rock hurling...

 There are two free museums in Dublin – a rodeo museum, and a Dublin historical museum. Both had very friendly people working in them, who took the time to walk around with us and tell us things that the little signs never would’ve. We ended up going to each of the museums twice, because we all enjoyed them so much!

Probably the most famous landmark around is the Dublin Dr. Pepper factory, right in the middle of town. They are the only company that still makes Dr. Pepper from the original formula, and there sure is a difference. I don’t even like soda, but this stuff was really good! After we paid a small fee, we were given a very interesting tour of the Dr. Pepper plant.

Here are hundreds of old Dr. Pepper bottles that have been
refilled by the factory in Dublin.

The main feature of the factory is the huge machine right in the middle that cleans the bottles, fills them with Dr. Pepper, and sends them into another room to be inspected and packaged up for sale. Once the factory part of the tour was done, we went into the little Dr. Pepper museum, which gives a history of its founder (who drank seven Dr. Peppers per day), and has lots of old advertisements and bottles from Dr. Pepper’s early days. In the museum we found out who Dr. Pepper is actually named after! His name was Dr. Pepper, and he was going to be the future father-in-law of the man who invented the soda. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out with that girl or her father, but he had already gone too far to change the name of it. So, Dr. Pepper soda is named after the man that wouldn’t let the inventor of it marry his daughter. Talk about awkward! And the real Pepper family has no rights whatsoever to the Dr. Pepper company...

Check back soon – we’re on the road heading east!

ATVing, Kayaking, and Ghost Towns In San Angelo

Located in west-central Texas, San Angelo is the next place we parked our home for a while. It had been about 18 years since any of us had been there, and we all looked forward to seeing the town where so many stories we’ve heard had taken place!

Mom and Dad decided to stay at the Spring Creek Marina campground, which ended up being a great place to camp for a month. The sites were nice and level – a relief for Dad and I, who have to level the camper ourselves if our site is not. We were within a couple hundred feet of the lake’s edge – and could just grab the kayaks, walk over, and go. Where the campground is, the lake narrows down into about the width of a river and boats are restricted to idling only, so this was great for kayaking.

My Great Great Aunt Fran, Great Great Uncle Jack, and Great Grandmother Martha were all there during our stay – so obviously we were around a lot of “great” people! It’d been 9 years since we’d seen my aunt or uncle, and 2 years since we’d seen my grandma at her house in Florida…

While we were there I found out about the Twin Buttes Off-Road Area. Of course, it didn’t take Mom, Dad, and I long to get a day planned to go out there, and the next Saturday that’s exactly where we went! We all had a blast out there, and it turned out to be a great riding area. You can read ALL about our day there on ATV Magazine’s blog by clicking HERE. I also compiled some of the video and pictures we took into a 5 ½ minute short-film that’s on ATV Magazine’s website. There’s some awesome footage in it from the ground, and from our new GoPro Hero helmet camera – so check it out by clicking HERE! (I’ve been writing for ATVMagBlog for over a year, so check out some of my articles while you’re there, along with all the awesome articles posted by ATV Magazine’s other bloggers.)

One day we decided to drive out to the old towns where my grandparents grew up – Texon and Santa Rita. They’ve been deserted for a long time, and it’s amazing to see that where thousands of people once lived with their stores, houses, and roads it’s now almost completely grown over. Surprisingly, though, there is still a lot of small debris left out there for the exploring types like us to go find. I personally found an old toy gun, a model airplane, a Coco-Cola bottle, a Pepsi Bottle, and some pieces of porcelain. My grandma came with us and showed us where their house used to be, and took us up to the foundation of their old swimming pool. Then we drove over to the only building still standing in either ghost town – the Boy Scout’s cabin. My grandpa actually helped build it when he was in Scouts as a boy, which made it all the more amazing to see!

We went kayaking several times during out stay, and had a blast every time! The river doesn’t really seem like it has any current (because we were right where it dumps into the lake), so it’s definitely not the place for an extreme whitewater rafter or anything. (ha ha) But for us, it was perfect – the little kids could fish off the shore while some of us kayaked around the bay.

We had lots more fun and adventures in San Angelo, but once again, time and space has limited me. Check back again soon – more fun is waiting just down the road!


I highly recommend the GoPro HD Hero for anyone who enjoys hiking, camping, biking, off-roading, boating, or almost any other outdoor activity! It takes great quality video and pictures, while being simple and easy to use out in the wild. And there are plenty of different mounts to choose from for your helmet, handlebars, car dashboard, etc.! This camera makes it easy to capture and share those awesome moments with friends and family, or to review the adventure yourself later - whether scuba diving, rally racing, ATVing, skateboarding, skiing, flying, skating, or whatever you love to do!

Waxahachie, American Girl, and Our Frozen Sewage

Waxahachie (wax-uh-hatch-ee), located south of Dallas a couple hours, was our next stop. Since we joined the Mission America Placement System, or MAPS, lots of other volunteers have told us that we just had to visit the Lake View Assembly of God retreat center in Waxahachie! And at last, we found out why they recommended it so highly. The center covers hundreds of acres and has a hotel, indoor pool, gym, exercise center, cafeteria, RV park, game room, playground, water park, cabins, and it’s own private lake. Unfortunately, while we were there it snowed, so obviously we weren’t able to use the lake or water park.


I was pleasantly surprised to see some good friends of ours that we met last Winter while building a church in Phoenix, AZ - Boyd and Diane. I spent five months hanging drywall with Mr. Boyd, so him and I talked a lot about where we’d both been in the year since I’d left the project at Phoenix.

The first couple days that we were there the weather was perfect – in the 70s and sunny, so we took the opportunity to walk around the camp and have a picnic by the lake. The kids really enjoyed playing on the playground a lot, also. Now this isn’t your typical city park playground – this monster looks like they pulled it right out of Chuck E. Cheese or something! (ha ha) Dad attempted climbing through the tunnels with the kids, but with his hurt knee (see Adventures at the Lee’s Ranch) he had a hard time squeezing his way through to keep up with Josephine.



Josephine and Tytus had fun watching us
play racquetball! Dad, being... well Dad,
kept throwing the ball against the window
to make them jump - but they kept watching
anyways.

 Well, after the first couple days were over it went right back to some nasty Winter weather. As in, 30 mph winds, six inches of snow, and thick ice that caused the interstates around Dallas and Fort Worth to close down. We were pretty much snowed in! The good part of it was that we were snowed in at a place with a huge indoor gym, exercise center, and swimming pools. We had a blast, and went over there almost every day! I learned how to play racquetball (a sport I never even knew existed before), and figured out how to use some of the strange, torturous, weight-lifting equipment that littered the second floor.

Through snow and rain, sunshine and darkness, freezing cold and blistering heat – the sewage will be dumped! That’s like the motto for dumping our black tank around here, because that’s what I have to do. And I have actually dumped it in all those conditions, because… well, somebody has to do it! This time was no different. The sewage tank and valves were frozen (our “heated tank” system didn’t get “heated” enough), but with a good ol’ hair dryer and some persistence, I finally got it to drain. Funny thing is, for some reason I didn’t dress real warm to do it even though the 30+ mph winds were making the wind chill near 0 degrees! I had shorts and a t-shirt on, because we’d been over at the gym, so I just slipped a big Winter suit on over it all. Unfortunately, the neck and legs on it didn’t seal at all, so when I laid down under the camper I could actually feel the wind blowing up my pant legs, though the suit, and out my sleeves or neck. Every once in a while, just so I wouldn’t completely freeze to death, I would blow the hair dryer down my suit to make it warm for a minute or two. (ha ha) I hope I never have to do something like that again, but if I have to I will, because “through snow and rain, sunshine and darkness, freezing cold and blistering heat – the sewage will be dumped”…



Here's me posing with my favorite American Girl.
(just kidding!)

 On Super Bowl weekend we went to Dallas! Now, if you’re not going to see the game, wouldn’t that be the last place you’d want to be that weekend? Yeah, we were on our way to the American Girl store right downtown, and figured the traffic would be horrible and the stores packed. I have to admit, I was totally wrong. The interstate going into the city only had some straggling cars here and there, and the store was almost empty. Of course, it made sense! Everyone was either at the game or at home watching it. So don’t listen to any lies about not going to Dallas during the Super Bowl because it’ll be packed and busy – what a load of malarkey. Anyways, Naomi and Josephine had a lot of fun at the store and we all had fun walking around with them. They each picked out a new doll, and Naomi had been saving her money for months to go there so she ended up having about $140 of extra money to spend! Of course, at the AG store that amount of money will go fast. I personally think even Hanna had almost as much fun as Naomi and Josephine! She had always wanted to go to one of the American Girl stores (which are actually more like a mall) when she was their age, but the closest one was a long ways away. After a few hours they had combed the store from one end to the other and it was time to head back and open it all!



This is part of the big water park at the retreat center that
I want to go back to when it warms up some!

 The weekend we left, MAPS had a convention, and a lot more volunteers showed up a couple days before it started to attend. It was great getting to see Mr. Jerry Bell, the director, and several others who we hadn’t seen in over a year. We all played games, had an awesome church service, and got to hear The Harvesters (a quartet). It really was a good way to end our time in Waxahachie, because the next morning we headed back out on the open road.

Check back soon – new adventures await in San Angelo!

Adventures at the Lee's Ranch



This guy didn't fare so well at the Cowtown Coliseum.
The bullfighters are always right in there helping get the
cowboy out of harm's way and distracting the bull so the
rider can get to the fence after his ride.

 Mike Lee. If any of you reading this are bull riding fans, then you probably recognize this name immediately as belonging to the 2004 World Champion who is still one of the top bull riders in the PBR. Mike’s been a friend of ours for about a year and a half now. When we went to the PBR event in Springfield, MO, Mom told him we were coming down to Texas after Missouri. Mike kindly invited us to come stay at his family's ranch in the Fort Worth area when we did.


So, after driving about nine hours and making one overnight stop, we finally made it! Mr. Dennis Lee, Mike’s dad, came out to meet us at the gate, and after shaking hands we followed him down the long winding driveway to their RV hookups. I could tell this was going to be great, and we hadn’t even parked yet! Mr. Lee and Mike helped us get the camper set up and then we talked for a while and walked around the horse corrals. All the horses that they have are being trained as cutting horses (horses used for separating herds of cattle). It was amazing getting to watch them train the horses in their big arena with a thick sandy bottom.



Here's Mr. Lee getting one of their horses saddled up to
go train in the arena.

 We went with Mike to the New Year’s Eve PBR event at the Cowtown Coliseum that weekend in Fort Worth. It was a lot of fun and it was amazing learning some of the long rodeo history of the Coliseum. That week I mainly helped do chores around the ranch which included: feeding the beef cattle about 2 ½ tons of grain mix every couple days, giving hay to all the horses a couple times per day, moving hay bales around with the skid-steer, saddling and unsaddling horses, and cleaning stalls while the horses were being trained.

Whenever the cattle ran out of feed we would hook up the trailer to the tractor and pull it up alongside the feed troughs. After we filled the ones next to the trailer I would run up and drive the tractor and trailer back to the next empty ones. I thought that I’d figured out the quickest way, and would run along the top of the trough to get up to the tractor. I kept thinking, “Boy, if I trip, this is going to be ugly.” Well, guess what happened when Mike and I were unloading the trailer one time; I tripped! Luckily, it was at the very end of the trough so I didn’t hit my head. Instead, I fell off and landed face-first into the cow poop/mud mixture. Right after that Mike slipped and hit his face on the shovel handle. We were just having it rough that day, I guess! (ha ha)


Here's me plowing near the horse corrals.  I have the
arms up high like that so on corners I can get closeer
to the fence before turning.

 The next week Mike and Mr. Lee showed me how to start plowing the fields to prepare them for planting later this Spring. I used their 75hp Mahindra 4WD tractor pulling a 10 foot (I think) chisel plow. Mike was driving the tractor showing me the boundaries of where they wanted plowed, while I stood on the step on the side of the tractor. He was driving and then without saying anything, he just jumped off! We both laughed as I scrambled to get in the tractor so I could drive it, since nobody was in the seat anymore! That tractor sure had to work hard to keep traction going up some hill in the sandy Texas soil. It was great learning how to plow; I’ve done a lot of work with tractors before, but never any plowing. There’s an old homestead with a couple barns near the front of the property that I had to plow around. When I did, the plow dragged up quite a bit of old metal, pipe, and brick that must’ve been from another building (maybe a house) that used to be there also.



That's me on Black Plague. (ha ha)  She did pretty good to
have all fours off the ground!  Contrary to what you might
think, that is NOT a calf I'm riding...

 Before we went to the ranch I had quite a few of my friends ask me, “You’re not going to ride any bulls, are you?” And I always replied with something like, “Oh, no. I’ll stick to riding horses and four-wheelers.” Well, that lasted about the first three weeks at the ranch. Mike and I were saddling up some horses to ride while Gabriel watched. Out of the blue, Mike told Gabriel that if he wanted to ride one of their cows, he could try it! Mom was a little nervous about it, so Mike said, “Well, I’ll put Cody on one first, if that’ll make you feel better.” Without realizing it, I had just been talked into trying bull riding! (ha ha) There’s a big pen with four bull chutes near the horse stalls that we’d do it in. After getting several cows into the alley, and bringing the rest of the family out to watch, Mike rode one to show us how it’s done. Of course, he made it look so easy!


That's me opening the gate, Mike grinning ear to ear in the
background, and Dad just coming out of the chute! 

 Next was my turn. The first cow was so excited that it got itself backwards in the chute, so we went to another one. Once he opened the gate it was a blast! I only rode for a few seconds, before falling off the right side. Mike said I did good, but fell off so early because I was leaning into it to the right too much. I looked down after I got up and realized that the cow had ripped the back off the left leg of my jeans! When we watched the video later, we saw that the cow’s sharp dew claw had done it when it kicked at me after I fell off. Next, Dad rode. His cow took off across the arena, bucking the whole way. Dad rode all the way across, and then the rope slipped up on the cow’s neck, making him fly off the front! He ended up with road rash up his nose and forehead, a huge swollen knee, and poop on his lip. Mike said he was really surprised how good Dad did on his first ride!  Gabriel ended up not riding, after we saw what happened to Dad and I; which was just fine with Mom…



This is Mrs. Steph and Mr. Dennis standing
by ol' Moe near the training arena.

 Mr. Lee’s wife, Mrs. Steph, is a professional horse chiropractor and knows a ton about horse nutrition and horse health in general. She took a lot of time showing me how to watch a horses’ eating habits and body to see what kind of grain and how much hay it needs. I learned that feeding them, and even giving water, is something that has to be thought through for each horse. They have a whole feed room with several kinds of grain and minerals that are given in different amounts to all the different horses of different age, gender, and build.

One evening I went with Mike to go to a smaller bull riding event so he could practice for the PBR that weekend. We ended up driving an hour and a half only to learn that the event had been canceled. Undaunted, Mike made a few phone calls and found another event about an hour the other way. We drove up to that one and Mike rode four times in the chilly outdoor arena, before heading home at about 10:30pm. It was a lot of fun and we sure had plenty of time to talk while we drove!



Here's Mike and I moving some stuff around with the
skid-steer while Elisha, the horse, watches from behind.  I'd
never driven a joystick controlled one until then; it was a lot
easier to handle than the other ones I've used before. 

 Mr. Lee told me that him and Mike would teach me how to ride their cutting horses. I was excited to learn, because it’s really a special skill to know. They both spent a lot of time showing me how to ride high in the saddle, control the horses movements with my hips, and keep all tension off the reigns along with lots of other little things. It took hours and hours of riding in their arena, but finally I started getting the hang of it. I rode my buddy, Tomcat, every time and we worked together really well. I’m really glad they taught me how!

Mrs. Teri, Mike’s mom, who we’d met a couple times before, came over pretty often and we really enjoyed visiting with her. She’s the managing editor for Quarter Horse News magazine, so it was very interesting talking to her about her job and writing. We went with her, Mr. Lee, Mrs. Steph, and Mike almost every time to their church. It was a great, and they let Hanna and I play music for their Bible studies on Tuesday evenings, which Mr. Lee leads.



You know you're in Texas when there's a statue of Ronald
McDonald getting ready to do some calf-roping in front of
the restaraunt!

 Time fly’s when you’re having fun, and this was very true while we were at the ranch. Before we knew it, it was time to head out so we could go meet up with our grandma farther south in Texas. Being there was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done, and I’m really thankful that they all let us stay with them for so long and spent so much time teaching me things. There was a lot more stuff we did, people we met, and stories I could tell, but if I told everything it would end up being the size of a small book!

Before driving out, they told us to make sure and come back as soon as we can.  I'm sure we will!