Campground Review: Fullerton Recreation Area Pitkin, LA

After celebrating my birthday (and three days of not running out of gas!) at my daughter's I left Dallas-Ft. Worth and drove to Shreveport, LA and from there south to the Fullerton Recreation Area near Pitkin, LA. 

The complex is located 7 miles north of Pitkin.

The town of Fullerton existed from 1907 to 1927 and was set up by the Gulf Lumber Company to house it's lumberjacks, mill workers and their families.  The population varied from 2500 to 5000.  The town boasted a movie theater, a dance pavilion, a hospital, a post office and was quite modern by early 1900 standards.  The recreation complex is built on and around where the town and saw mill used to stand and is part of the Kisatchie National Forrest administered by rangers of the US Forestry Service.

The largest sawmill west of the Mississippi!

Here's the campground data:

Hookups:                                 no

Fire ring:                                  yes

Water Access:                         yes

Dump station:                          no

WiFi:                                       no

Level sites:                              yes

Laundry:                                  no

Store:                                       no

Pool:                                        no

Shade:                                     yes

Verizon reception:                   ½ bar out of 4

Millenicom reception:             ½ bar out of 4

Cost:                                        $5 / night

Camping at one of the complex's nine campsites is boondocking although there is a bathroom with vault toilets and there is one faucet with running water.  

Campsite under the pines with picnic table and fire ring.

Fullerton Lake itself is fairly small as inland lakes go, probably not more than a few acres but the locals seemed to believe there are fish for the taking as they daily came to try their luck.

Boat ramp at Fullerton Lake - no gas engines permitted.

The Forestry Service has constructed hiking trails through the overgrown ruins of the mill and it's service buildings.

This used to be the kiln building where the lumber was dried.

You can take the long way or the short way.

Your Blogger took the long trail.

The foundation for the "log slide" that slid the logs off a train into the lake still stands in the lake.

They put the logs in the water to clean mud off them prior to milling.

 

At $5 a night the camping at Fullerton Rec Complex is a bargain!  I'd definitely return although maybe with a cell signal booster to facilitate internet access.

Thanks for reading!

One of THOSE Days

My plan was to drive to Abilene in central Texas and hit the Anytime Fitness branch there for a workout and shower before driving the final three hours to my daughter's apartment in Hurst, TX outside of Fort Worth.  This was the final day of this decade of my life, what could go wrong?  Google Maps had navigated me along state roads that were occasionally interrupted by small 1500 person Texas towns that sometimes hosted a gas station and sometimes didn't.  (This is called "foreshadowing" in the Blogger community).  As I approached Abilene Google Maps showed I had 12 miles to go to Anytime Fitness but just as I looked at that data the Tank's gas warning light came on.  Normally, if you drive a vehicle with a gas warning light when it comes on you have a couple gallons of gas remaining and that fuel provides you with 25 or 30 miles to find a gas station.  (More foreshadowing!)  I had run out of gas in the Tank one time in the past because Chevrolet, in it's design wisdom, had decided that the Tank's gas warning light would remain off until there was only one half gallon of gas remaining.  The Tank, bless it's heart, gets 10 mpg as configured so a half gallon means I have 5 miles to find a gas station after it comes on.  I was on Texas 83 heading south into Abilene.  At this point Hwy 83 was a 4 lane limited access 75 mph highway.  With the gas warning light screaming it's warning I approached an exit with a cluster of nondescript buildings at the end of the ramp but it wasn't apparent any had gas pumps.  Without certain knowledge that I could fuel up there I continued past the exit and as soon as I got PAST the exit a sign appeared announcing that a convenience store at that exit had gas for $3.25 a gallon!  I'm certainly no marketing genius but wouldn't a Marketing 101 course suggest that if you wanted customers to exit the highway and patronize your store you put a sign announcing your store's presence BEFORE the exit not after it?  So now you know what happens next.  I get about a mile past the exit and the Tank's engine revs up to about 4500 RPM's (which seemed curious since it was running out of fuel ) and then shut off, leaving me seconds to steer over onto the side median and out of the 75 mph traffic.  I had become one of those guys you drive past and shake your head thinking to yourself "How could anyone ever run out of gas?"

Readers of the blog know I carry a mountain bike affectionately named Wally after the store he came from.  I got Wally down from his carrier on the back of the Tank and rode the mile back to the convenience store with the savvy marketing campaign and purchased a $9.99 plastic gas container (no markup there) and one gallon of their $3.25 gas.  After awkwardly pedaling back to the Tank balancing the gas can on the handlebars I dismounted and got ready to assemble the gas can's pour spout so I could get the gas into the Tank and get going.  I'm a mechanical engineer by training and tasks like figuring out a $9.99 gas can spout NORMALLY don't offer me an insurmountable challenge, but I was coming to the rapid conclusion that this end of the decade day was anything but "normal".  There was no physical way to attach the pour spout of the $9.99 gas can to the can itself which would allow gas to be conveyed to the Tank's gas spout without most of the gas leaking onto the ground.  I concluded that an extra part, which my can was bereft of, was required to secure and seal the spout where it attached at the gas can.  Did I mention that cars were screaming by three feet from me at 75 mph?  I prayed none of the drivers was looking down texting their "bestie".  So I threw caution to the wind, opened the Tank's gas door and sloshed the gas directly from the spoutless $9.99 gas can into the Tank's gas line, spilling quite a bit down the side of the Tank but probably getting 3/4 of a gallon in.  Elated that I now had 7.5 miles of driving available I hopped into the Tank and proceeded to the next exit BEFORE which a sign proclaimed $3.25 a gallon gas available....yay!

Walking around the back of the Tank after filling up something seemed missing and then it dawned on me that Wally, the faithful mountain bike, was not hanging from his carrier.  In the post-3/4 gallon excitement I had jumped in the car, taken off and left Wally standing on his kick stand by the side of busy Hwy 83!  I think God made it hard for us to kick ourselves in the butt for days like I was having, although I could have just asked a stranger to do it.  I headed back the way I had come fully expecting Wally to have been kidnapped by one of the numerous pickups streaming by but I had to at least go look.  Looking across Hwy 83 as I approached the spot of my debacle there was Wally patiently awaiting his rescue!  No one had stopped to steal him.  (My brother, after hearing my story, opined it probably looked like a police sting to any experienced bike thief).  So I went under the underpass loaded the bike onto the Tank's carrier and finally made it to Anytime Fitness. 

This story is true, only the names haven't been changed to protect the idiotic.

Here's some photos I took the next day on a hike with my daughter along Fort Worth's biking/hiking Trinity Trails.

Trinity Trails run for 40 miles along both sides of the Trinity River.

 

A Trinity River turtle family.

Thanks for reading! (and laughing).

Campground Review: Seminole City Park Seminole, TX

I spent the weekend at the Escapee's "The Ranch" RV community in Lakewood, NM.  I didn't do a review because there's not much to it, but, as always, the residents were very nice and welcoming.  From there I drove three hours through Hobbs, NM to the small town of Seminole, TX.  Incorporated in 1906, Seminole is a town of about 6400 and the county seat of Gaines County in west Texas.  The city park there has free 3 day RV parking with free electric and sewer hookups.

Just call that number and a city employee comes by and.....

...opens the padlock on the free electric and sewer hookups!

Here's the campground data:

Hookups:                                 30amp, 110v

Fire ring:                                   no (fires not allowed)

Water Access:                          no

Dump station:                           sewer hookups

WiFi:                                        no

Level sites:                                yes

Laundry:                                   no

Store:                                       no, but close by

Pool:                                        no

Shade:                                      yes

Verizon reception:                     4 bars of 4G

Millenicom reception:                4 out of 4 bars

Cost:                                        free for 3 days

Seminole City Park is a very quiet park that the city police drive around multiple times during the day.  It has a large number of oak and other trees that would shade the actual RV sites during the hotter part of the year. 

No leaves now but plenty of shade later in the year.

One caveat if you are planning to overnight at the park is the size of the sites themselves.  Rigs longer that 30-32 feet would have a tough time squeezing into these back in sites as might be seen in this side photo of the Tank in it's spot.

Large Class A's might overhang into the side street.

Seminole City Park isn't really a camping destination but if you are passing through it's an excellent full hookup overnight in a nice little west Texas town at an outstanding value -- free!

Thanks for reading!