A fine sendoff


Having spent a leisurely three days in the capitol city of Texas, it was time to pick up the pace a little. We planned to spend one overnight in the Dallas / Ft. Worth metro area before continuing on to Oklahoma City. An RV park turned us down because our 1969 Shasta does not have a holding tank (poo poo container), which meant a full hour sliced out of the afternoon to locate another slip of asphalt upon which to park.

The hunt landed us in the treed parking lot adjacent to Traders Village — a mammoth, 160 acre flea market and swap meet — on the one side, and a regional airport on the other. As an adult, I have been conditioned to turn my nose up at such a frenetic place to spend a night. But, between the magic of watching propeller planes land in the field and the sweet aroma of bubbling fried dough dusted with confectionery sugar, my three-year-old son believed we had backed the trailer into heaven itself.

With the afternoon already upon us, we scrambled to drop the trailer, grab a lightning lunch, and speed over to the DART red line terminus for a ride into Dallas.

We enjoyed free admission to the Dallas Museum of Art (a first of the sort for the boy, who displayed remarkable patience, I might add), and then ambled over to Hart Plaza to investigate what appeared to be a lively hubbub.

Throngs of city dwellers came to enjoy the warm Spring air in this recently-completed green space, built right over one of the city’s major asphalt arteries. A stunning green lawn, dancing fountains, and creative play structures coaxed a chorus of giggles from the city’s children. Adults munched on creative sushi fusion dishes and kooky ice cream sandwich combinations from the food trucks lining the streets. There were even several pianos, wheeled into the park each day, which visitors are encouraged to play.

The perfect weather and artfully crafted park lent a calm bliss to the afternoon, and we were overwhelmed with the sense of urban beauty and community that unfolded in front of us. A ride on the vintage ‘M Line’ trolley was the sugary cherry; we loved creaking through the city blocks aboard the brown and ivory heritage carriage.

With the Dallas / Ft. Worth metroplex now in the rearview, we take a sharp left turn at Oklahoma City, headed away from the bustling urban chain of central Texas cities and into the wide open space of the western prairie.


My family is currently traveling around the USA in a 10 foot Shasta Compact travel trailer from 1969. We are currently camped in Dallas, TX and headed toward Oklahoma City. Keep it right here for tales from the journey, and please also join us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Nothing keeps us motivated more than the encouragement of hearing from our readers, so please keep in touch by commenting below. Thanks!

2 thoughts on “A fine sendoff

  1. Goodness me! What did they think you were going to do? Cut a hole in the floor of the Shasta and crap thru onto the ground and leave it there, toilet paper and all? Isn’t that what caravan park facilities are for? Well, sounds like bad luck turned good – your son might even have this as one of his favourite memories when he gets older. 🙂

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