Ten years ago we took our first RV trip—and now we returned to Aransas Oaks to commemorate. We parked in nearly the same numbered site (if possible), recalled that first anxious setup, and laughed at our rookie mistakes.
We toured past memories: visiting Rockport’s galleries, walking piers, fishing from shore, bad DIY meals. This time, better gear, more confidence, deeper laughter.
For dinner I recreated our first camp dinner: skillet pasta with sausage and veggies—but upgraded with fresh shrimp, better seasoning, and a side salad. We ate at twilight by lanterns.
Later, same as before, we walked to the water, threw in pebbles, and talked until midnight. The years fell away; the joy remained. That reunion trip felt like homecoming.