After leaving a donation check with the PeeWee Animal Adoption Center where we stayed for the weekend, we headed out, stopping at IHOP for breakfast while we waited for the Post Office to sort through their mail. I was sure by now our priority package would arrive no later than today, since it was sent last Tuesday, but unfortunately, once again, it still hadn't arrived. Now we were running late, not getting out of Corpus Christi until nearly after 10:30, but we made good time to Markham, where Windmill Farms had good Jiggs Bermuda hay for sale. Arrived about 1:15, loaded up with 21 very nice bales at quite a good price, then headed out to Brazos Bend State Park, just southwest of Houston. After we arrived, checked in, and filled up with water (the horse camp only has stock water in a trough), we headed out the long gravel road to the horse camp, which was behind a locked gate. No one else was here, and it didn't look like anyone had been here for quite some time, confirming my belief that the prices are too high. If this was run by a private company, they'd have to lower the price until people started showing up, add amenities like potable water and electric, then work the prices back up again, giving value for money. Otherwise, they need to just lower the price to reflect the lack of amenities, which, of course, as long as they're subsidized by our tax dollars, isn't likely to happen. The campground itself is lovely, though, with great big trees and a nice gravel loop, and Hubby had no trouble finding a nice pull-through big enough for both vehicles and a possible satellite signal. Strung up our highline and got the horses settled in, and we were soon enjoying a relaxing evening after our busy day. Later on in the evening, we noticed the horses were very skittish for some reason, we figured there must be critters in the woods nearby, so Hubby took a walk with the dogs around the perimeter of the campground, and we left the "scare" light on the RV switched on when we went to bed, in hopes that would keep away those critters for the most part. They were still restless when we went to bed, but a check on the internet seemed to indicate there were no real carnivorous wild animals in this area, so we left them to their own resources, figuring they would let us know if there was any real trouble brewing.
