I’ve never vacationed solo. But one spring, craving a reset, I booked a few nights at Port A RV Resort. I didn’t know exactly what to expect—but I found solace, surprise, and a bit of swagger.
First Night, First Breath
I parked, plugged in, walked to the pond. I sat on a bench and exhaled. No one needed me that moment. No agendas.
Later, I walked through Charlie’s Pasture trails. I watched a heron stalk fish. I took pictures. I whispered my worries into the wind.
Local Lunch & Wandering
I biked into Port Aransas, stopped at a seaside café, ordered a fish taco and iced tea, and people-watched. I browsed boutiques, picked up postcards. I discovered a small gallery and chatted with the artist about driftwood sculptures.
Camp-Style Supper & Stargazing
That evening I made campfire pasta:
- Ingredients: small pasta (penne), garlic, olive oil, cherry tomatoes, spinach, shrimp (or canned tuna), parmesan.
- Method: Boil pasta, drain, in skillet sauté garlic + tomatoes, add spinach + protein, toss with pasta and olive oil, sprinkle cheese.
- I cooked near the BBQ area under the stars.
I ate on a folding chair, toes pointed to palms. Afterwards, I sat by the catch-and-release pond, sipping herbal tea, watching moonlight drift across water. No distractions.
Final Morning & A Promise
On my last dawn, I walked to the beach just before sunrise, combing shells, breathing salt air. I felt light—my mind quieter than it had been in years.
In checkout, I told the staff I’d return. This solo trip felt like gaining a friend you didn’t know you needed—Port A RV Resort, the coast, the quiet. I left a little braver.