I end up spending six nights dry camping in Misty’s driveway in Lubbock Texas. We work on our computers, watch Netflix, and I finally visit a Sprouts store for the first time (it’s a grocery chain focused on healthier foods, several friends of mine have recommended it).
I don’t have a lot of photos, we don’t get out and do much. Mostly this visit is about catching up. It’s not exciting material to blog about, but a pretty great perk to being an RVer. Visiting friends and family is easier when you’re bringing your own house with you, there’s less worry about stepping on toes when everyone still has their own space.
On the 2nd, it’s time to make the final run to Boyd. It’s another sunny, warm day in Texas. It being a Sunday, traffic is light and the drive is a breeze. Bertha carries me and Cas up and down rolling hills through numerous small towns east of Lubbock. 200 miles fly by quickly, probably due in part to a head cold that leaves me feeling a bit disconnected. One thing I really like about Texas, even the back roads have these little picnic areas which are great places to stop with an RV to take a break.
I arrive at Lake Eddleman RV Park in Graham just as the sun is going down. This park is run by the city. For $12 a night, you get electric (50 amp available) and water hookup right on the lake, and there’s a dump station there as well as trash cans, a great deal. I slide into site #2 and catch this photo, it’ll likely be the last photo I get of the Casita in a scenic place until the end of December, so enjoy it.
The farther east I go, the more humid it gets. I sleep a whopping 11 hours (being sick will do that – I’m feeling much better now!) and by the time I awake it’s already getting hot inside Cas. It’s only about an hour and a half to Boyd from Graham, and I arrive around noon.
For newer readers, Boyd RV Park is where I stayed last year while working at Amazon, and that’s where I’m going to be this year too.
Since I hit the road four years ago, I’ve been doing the CamperForce program at Amazon during their busy holiday season which starts sometime in September and goes up to December 23rd. The job is manual labor in a warehouse for 40 hours a week (plus mandatory overtime once peak hits), and in exchange RVers get a full hookup campsite free of charge plus a decent hourly wage for all hours work.
I’ll say it isn’t exactly fun, but it’s one of the best paying work-camping jobs out there. This year I made enough money from my writing to avoid working a summer job (which I’ve had to do every year prior to this one) but I’m still not at the point where I can afford to give up Amazon, so after a glorious nine months of boondocking around the western United States, it’s back to work for the next 11 weeks to make up the difference.
This time of year, travelogue posts become less frequent and how-to posts become more common as working 40+ hours a week at a physically demanding job hinders my ability to get out and see things. If there’s some aspect of RVing or deliberate living you’d like to know more about, let me know in the comments below (do check the Useful Stuff page first, that’s where I link my helpful articles) and I’ll see what I can do over the next couple months to answer your questions while I’m grounded here in Boyd. Have a good week everyone!
About Amazon’s CamperForce – An in-depth overview of the program, links to everything I’ve ever written about working at Amazon.
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