Back from lovely Lake Texana
Nov 10th, 2005 by Sandra
The dSO and I spent Monday through Wednesday morning camping in Fergus the Magic Bus, along with Joe Muggins and Dotty The Feline Projectile.
We had a great time and I got more done (surprisingly) than I expected I would. Fergus has lots of neat places where I could write and read, so I was able to prop the laptop just about anywhere and type away. Good stuff!
Lake Texana is near the bustling burg of Edna, down southwest of Houston. The lake was created in the early 1900’s and is quite beautiful. I didn’t care for the fact that we could hear traffic hum off highway 111, though. Still, hardly anyone was in the park during the week (it gets totally booked on the weekends), and we spent the days alone with only half-tame deer for company.
And that really grumps me out. Signs all over the park say “Please do not feed the wildlife,” and signs in the shower houses tell you why you shouldn’t, and sure enough, the closest campers to us poured deer corn out in their campsite and attracted a dozen does with their little ones. It’s not that I don’t like looking at deer — our Texas white tails are beautiful — but because it does them harm. The well-meaning folks might consider that hunters use deer corn to draw animals to their hunting sites. Or that deer will cross busy highways on their way to a nice stash of corn.
It reminds me of a guy in the marina who “rescued” twelve mallard chicks because he thought the marina should have more mallards. He kept them in a pen and fed them a five-pound bag of feed, and when they’d grown to be adolescents, he turned them loose. The poor things had no motor skills whatsoever, had never been in the water, and clustered together in a tight bunch, afraid of everything. They needed the constant movement waddling around after their mother to develop proper muscles and learn what to eat, and my well-meaning neighbor had hijacked that process. Sometimes the risk is worth the result. His twelve hand-fed chicks disappeared by the second day. I don’t know what happened to them, but I’m pretty sure they lacked survival skills. Hell, they could barely walk.
How did I get off on that depressing story? Anyway, Lake Texana was very nice.
Now to find a state park that’s far away from the highway….