“When Texas summer feels like an oven, there’s only one solution: find a river and stay in it.”
Texas summers are no joke. By July, the inside of the truck feels like a toaster, and even the dogs look at us like, “Really? You expect us to go outside in this?” That’s when we knew we had to make a run to Garner State Park, home of the Frio River.
We left early in the morning, Sierra hitched up to the F-250, dogs piled in the backseat. Even with the A/C blasting, we could feel the heat creeping in. By the time we rolled into the park, we were more than ready for what the name promised: a “cold” river.
Setting up the 3800RK under the big oaks was easy, and within minutes we had bathing suits on and tubes in hand. The dogs couldn’t wait either — one leapt in like she’d been swimming her whole life. The Frio River lived up to its name. That first plunge was almost a shock, but within seconds it felt like the heat melted away.
We spent the days floating lazily downstream, holding hands while the current carried us, and laughing every time one of the dogs decided to jump in after us. Afternoons were for hammock naps under the awning, cicadas buzzing in the background, cold drinks within reach.
The real surprise came at night. Garner is famous for its summer dances, and it didn’t disappoint. Families gathered near the pavilion, music drifting through the air, kids running barefoot while older couples two-stepped like they’d been dancing together for 50 years. We sat back with the dogs at our feet, soaking it all in.
That weekend reminded us that RV life is about more than just the places you go — it’s about the moments in between. The splash of cold water on a hot day, the sound of laughter under the stars, the way a simple dance can feel like a trip back in time.
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