The final morning arrived too soon. I walked slowly around the park, absorbing details: palm trunks, garden beds, the hum of air conditioners, neighbors packing, birds swirling overhead.
For a farewell breakfast, I prepared shrimp and grits — creamy cheesy grits topped with sautéed shrimp, bacon bits, scallion, a hint of hot sauce. I served extra to neighbors, who offered hugs and promises to stay in touch.
Before hitching up, I revisited my favorite spots: pool, hot tub, picnic area, where I’d soaked, dined, laughed. I peered toward Rockport and Port Aransas in the distance, already planning to return. I climbed into the RV, closed the door, and felt a bittersweet tug — grateful for the memories, eager for the road ahead.