The Palms RV Park Blog

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...

I am an amateur photographer, and The Palms pulled me in. At dawn I roamed the park grounds, capturing shafts of golden light through palm fronds, dew on grass, neighboring RVs silhouetted. I carried tripod and camera, framing reflections in puddles, sea birds against...

On a bright morning, I rented a beach cruiser bicycle and pedaled toward Rockport. I followed coastal routes, passing marsh, estuaries, quiet lanes lined with oaks and palms. I stopped at overlook points, watched fish jump in shallow water, took photos of wildflowers....

I awoke early to dramatic skies — dark clouds framing brilliant shafts of light over the Gulf. I grabbed my sketchbook and watercolor set and walked to a vantage point, painting broad strokes of sky, sea, palm silhouettes. I journaled: the salt smell, the hush before...

One evening, park staff organized a community potluck in the pavilion. I scrubbed vegetables, marinated shrimp, and decided to bring seafood enchilada casserole — layers of corn tortillas, shrimp, cheese, homemade sauce, baked until bubbly. As dusk fell, more campers...

One calm morning, I unrolled a yoga mat under a cluster of palms near the clubhouse. The sky was pastel, birds singing, the breeze gentle. I moved through sun salutations, standing poses, gentle flow — grounded, present. The salt air invigorated each breath. After...

Midweek I made a day trip to Corpus Christi. My first stop: the Texas State Aquarium, where I watched sea turtles, saw touch tanks, learned about Gulf ecosystems. I lingered at jellyfish tanks, fascinated by their graceful pulses. Afterward, I walked the Harbor Walk,...

One of my favorite rituals took place midday. After a fishing or beach morning, I’d return to The Palms, hang a “do not disturb” sign on my RV, and head to the solar-heated swimming pool. I’d do slow laps, float, let the sun warm me, then move to the gas-heated hot...

One night, the moon was full and bright. I joined a small group for a guided moonlit kayak paddle from Port Aransas. We slipped quietly into dark water, headlamps off, moonlight shimmering on the bay. The world felt hushed. In silence, we glided past mangrove tunnels,...

Armed with buckets, gloves, and keen eyes, I drove to a quiet stretch of beach near Port Aransas at dawn. I combed wrack lines where seaweed washed ashore, pried open clusters of coquina shells, collected conchs, scallops, sand dollars. The low tide revealed hidden...