11/13/19 to 11/14/19 - Deming, NM to Van Horn, TX (226 miles) stayed one night at Mountain View RV Park
11/14/19 to 11/17/19 - Van Horn, TX to Ft. Stockton, TX (124 miles) 3 nights at Fort Stockton RV Park at $36/ night
11/17/19 to 11/21/19 - Ft. Stockton, TX to Junction, TX (185 miles) 4 nights at Pecan Valley RV Park and Farm at $35/night
West Texas is vast and empty. There is not much there but scrub brush, oil, and tumbleweeds. But, it’s too vast to cross in one go in an RV. So we broke up the drive and stayed at the Pecan Valley RV Park and Farm in Junction, Texas. The north and south fork of the Llano river run through Junction, so this would be a great place to go tubing in the summer. One of the RV parks on the river had been swept away in flood waters in 2018 and was still recovering. The park we stayed at had a fork of the river running through it, but we were well up a hill from it.
The park was situated behind a commercial pecan grove and had many mature pecan trees scattered around the property. The owners were happy to have us pick up as many pecans as we cared to gather. If you’ve priced them in the store, you know how expensive they can be. I was thrilled to do the work, so I’d have plenty for holiday baking.
Our neighbors were a group of family and friends from Louisiana who come every year to hunt on their lease. They were well established in their spot and had a routine of hunting or picking up
/cracking pecans during the day, and attracting the local deer at sunset by scattering deer corn in the field next to their rig. In the evening, 30 or more deer would shyly gather and feast. It was an idyllic spot.
I scouted the place and chose the trees with the best pecans. Even though they were small like most native trees, their shells were easy to crack. The leaves had already fallen, so it took time to brush the leaves aside and focus on the nuggets underneath. I spent a full afternoon hunched over, walking methodically up and down a hill, picking up pecans. At one point, I felt the squirrels must be playing tricks, because pecans were dropping all around me. One even hit me on the foot. I picked up a good bagful by the time my back screamed for me to stop.
The next day, the neighbors offered their tool that looks like a slinky formed in a u-shape at the end of a stick and offered to help. They even pointed out the paper-shell tree they’d been gathering from. I didn’t mean to get so many, but by the end, I had almost a deer corn sackful of pecans. I couldn’t wait to get them to my dad so he could crack them for me.
I hadn’t thought much of Junction before, but it’s certainly a place I could come back to, at least for a quick weekend getaway. It’s just the kind of place that soothes the soul.
West Texas is vast and empty. There is not much there but scrub brush, oil, and tumbleweeds. But, it’s too vast to cross in one go in an RV. So we broke up the drive and stayed at the Pecan Valley RV Park and Farm in Junction, Texas. The north and south fork of the Llano river run through Junction, so this would be a great place to go tubing in the summer. One of the RV parks on the river had been swept away in flood waters in 2018 and was still recovering. The park we stayed at had a fork of the river running through it, but we were well up a hill from it.
The park was situated behind a commercial pecan grove and had many mature pecan trees scattered around the property. The owners were happy to have us pick up as many pecans as we cared to gather. If you’ve priced them in the store, you know how expensive they can be. I was thrilled to do the work, so I’d have plenty for holiday baking.
Our neighbors were a group of family and friends from Louisiana who come every year to hunt on their lease. They were well established in their spot and had a routine of hunting or picking up
/cracking pecans during the day, and attracting the local deer at sunset by scattering deer corn in the field next to their rig. In the evening, 30 or more deer would shyly gather and feast. It was an idyllic spot.
I scouted the place and chose the trees with the best pecans. Even though they were small like most native trees, their shells were easy to crack. The leaves had already fallen, so it took time to brush the leaves aside and focus on the nuggets underneath. I spent a full afternoon hunched over, walking methodically up and down a hill, picking up pecans. At one point, I felt the squirrels must be playing tricks, because pecans were dropping all around me. One even hit me on the foot. I picked up a good bagful by the time my back screamed for me to stop.
The next day, the neighbors offered their tool that looks like a slinky formed in a u-shape at the end of a stick and offered to help. They even pointed out the paper-shell tree they’d been gathering from. I didn’t mean to get so many, but by the end, I had almost a deer corn sackful of pecans. I couldn’t wait to get them to my dad so he could crack them for me.
I hadn’t thought much of Junction before, but it’s certainly a place I could come back to, at least for a quick weekend getaway. It’s just the kind of place that soothes the soul.
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