Our final morning arrived too soon. I woke before sunrise, poured coffee, and sat outside on the picnic table, listening to the waking world. A cardinal called. A butterfly drifted past. The sky faintly pinkened.
We packed slowly, savoring little moments — folding awnings, rolling up mats, emptying coolers. We swapped contact info with neighbors. I walked one last loop around the resort, pausing at our favorite shady bench, breathing deep.
For breakfast, I made breakfast burritos (scrambled eggs, potatoes, salsa, cheese) and we ate them slowly, stuffing leftovers into our car for the road.
Before departure, we drove one last time to Bentsen-Rio Grande Valley State Park and walked a favorite trail. I picked a small stone as a memento and tucked it into my bag.
As we left, I glanced back at the palm groves, the neat RV sites, the friendly faces. I promised silently to return — to the butterflies, the birds, the stories waiting in trails, the dinners cooked by open air.
Vacation ends, but memory begins. And I know someday I’ll roll into Bentsen Palm again, RV in tow, heart ready for more quiet wonder.