Here are a few fun facts: Up until this month, only five hurricanes have struck Hawaii since 1950. As luck would have it, the sixth one decided to aim itself at the islands on precisely the weekend when my husband and I had planned a much-needed trip to Kauai.
I need to preface this story by admitting that it’s going to sound a bit “poor little rich girl.” I am completely aware that the sentence “we had to cancel our trip to Hawaii because of a hurricane” is perhaps the most epic first world problem of all time. That said, when I got online to check in for our flight last Wednesday night, my heart sank when I saw the travel advisory pop up. It was a really tough call to make, because tropical storms/hurricanes are notoriously unpredictable. It was a toss of the dice. There was a chance that Hawaii could get a direct hit, but there was also a chance that the storm would lose steam and/or drift off to the west and sidestep the islands entirely. We didn’t want to miss out on our vacation, but we also didn’t want to risk being stuck indoors for the better part of it, possibly without
So, after a heated conversation with the wholly incompetent and unhelpful representatives at a certain airline (cough, cough, U.S. Airways), we canceled the flight we were supposed to be on the next morning and went to bed.
And yes, there were a few tears. Michael really wanted to go to Hawaii.
Kidding. I was the one crying like a first world a-hole.
There were more tears in the morning, but since we’d already taken the time off work, we decided to at least attempt to make the best of it. We recently bought a used RV to fix up for a big road trip we’re planning this coming spring, so we thought our canceled beach vacation was as good an excuse as any to take our maiden voyage.
The trouble with road trips originating in Texas is that the state is just so g.d. large that it takes hours and hours to get out of here. For example, it takes six hours just to get to Amarillo from DFW. And then in addition to being all cranky from being in the car for six hours, you realize you’re in Amarillo. Suffice to say, an out-of-state trip wasn’t really an option, so we just pointed the RV toward Hill Country and figured we’d find a place to set up camp along the way.
The best part of traveling in an RV is that we can bring our dog Buddy with us. Buddy recently turned 10 and he’s been everywhere with us over the years: New Hampshire, Brooklyn, Niagara Falls, Washington, DC, Colorado. In all I think he’s been to something like 20 states, plus Canada. He is very worldly. And I’m happy to report that he absolutely loves being in the RV with us. While we were on the road, he stood up front next to Michael like a furry little copilot, and when he was tired he would hop up on the little couch behind the driver’s seat.
About an hour outside of Austin I grabbed my phone and Googled the best RV parks in Texas Hill Country. I came across Canyon of the Eagles, a resort in Burnet that has cabins, camping, and RV spots. It ended up being the perfect spot for our very first RV trip.
Canyon of the Eagles sits within a nature park, and our RV spot was tucked away in the woods, which was exactly what I wanted: I didn’t want to stay at one of those barren, parking-lot style, purely utilitarian RV parks for our first trip.
We set up shop, tied Buddy up to the picnic table, and opened a bottle of wine just as the stars were coming out. It was so dark and clear out there in the country that you could even make out the faintest hint of the Milky Way splicing the sky above us. The still perfection of the moment certainly helped take our minds off the disappointment of our failed Hawaiian getaway.
The next morning we had breakfast in the resort’s impeccable dining hall, which offers an impressive view of the surrounding Hill Country. Unfortunately, nearby Lake Buchanan was very low, which somewhat mars the landscape, and the weather was on the hot side for October, but we enjoyed the scenery nonetheless.
We debated finding another spot to park the RV that night but, after driving around for a while and ending up at one of the aforementioned strictly utilitarian parks, we decided to head back home.
All in all it was an excellent maiden voyage in the . . . actually, we still need to think of a name for our vessel. A friend half-jokingly suggested “Wanna Bang ‘Er” but I’m inclined toward something a little more sophisticated. Well, however sophisticated an RV can possibly be. At any rate, it certainly wasn’t Hawaii, but we thoroughly enjoyed our inaugural adventure, and we’re looking forward to many more.